I Have Seen

I have been tricked by flying too close

to what I thought I loved.

Now the candleflame is out, the wine spilled,

and the lovers have withdrawn

somewhere beyond my squinting.

The amount I thought I'd won, I've lost.

My prayers becomes bitter and all about blindness.

How wonderful it was to be for a while

with those who surrender.

Others only turn their faces on way,

then another, like pigeon in flight.

I have known pigeons who fly in a nowhere,

and birds that eat grainlessness,

and tailor who sew beautiful clothes

by tearing them to pieces.