Gates

Built up high and built to last

Built to cover up and mask

Only there to block the way

And stand between so they can stay

Forewarning those who intend to intrude

Adorning those who pretend to exclude

The rust that collects inside the cracks

Resists and tries to counteract

And with the winds that whisper wit

They bring fixed forces to attack

If colossal gates refuse to glide

Within becomes no place to hide

They start to shake and crumble at last

and now together in light we bask

Blind

Go on your way
Don't look behind
But if you turn
You'll see me blind.

Too tired for the rays of light
That peel from space and block my sight
Vision gone and colors too,
Left with only echoing hues.

Vibrant waves cannot refract
through eyelids sealed and not intact
Nor can they whisper through the shades
That cover up my former gaze.

This curse, of course, could be a gift
Eventually, my sleep will lift.
Just a chance to rest my eyes
Until this blindfold comes untied,