Feist

I had what I thought
Were clear open eyes
Bright blue
Vision not of a light
Carrying pictures
To lay on you
Close up eyes
Let them in
To a mind opening
It’s the edge of love
You can’t unthink a thought
Either it’s there or not
Shadows of the mountain
Don’t tell of what’s on earth
The bredth and the height
Of an undiscovered first
Now hopeful mountaineers
Climb up to eclipse
The light of the old sun
Cause it’s been said