Waits, waits, in a silence that is heavy as pearls. <br /> <br />Waits for the lines and lanes of destiny to redefine <br />And refine; when the refined mind <br />Silently doubles and doubletalks itself out of rational thought; <br />Waits for the light to go, to disperse itself after the gloom <br />When the eyes can refocus and see <br />The difference between can and would be. <br /> <br />And destiny weaves her loom, <br />By blinding light or darkest gloom. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-mind-in-blinding-light/
