Poems, essays, and other writings by eric bleys

The Eyes of Dawn

Forgetting evil thoughts 

and false compositions

in the mind and in the heart;

it is like misty spring flowers 

in the eyes of friendship. 


Tearing pain away from dawn, 

with colors like peaches in the bright lightening of the clouds. 

I am a new man.

My feet are two oceans. 

I am thousands of miles without moving. 


I have forgotten ancient ways. 

I am something new. 

As with summer snow in the desert, 

I am myself again. 


The Mantle of Love

A Dreamy Dark Hand