Blind

[tectak]

Blind

In gloss of pearl the prim and petalled wrap keeps secret
all that bees see as their own. The tulip opens wide to winds
of March, that blast and blow then dries the bloom.
Black is the flower.

Up high and rare, the air that thins carries light from suns in time.
No sight outlooks the flaming globes, but space the ink of depth belies
to blank the years in distant robes, folded in to shaded shawls.          why " years" when i thought it´s about space?
Black is the sky.

A man can stand and cry at death, when sparks of life he watches fade;
no deeper grave, no silent tomb, no prison sealed against the day
can ever make a soul despair save for the empty sightless stare.
Black is blind.

tectak
2014.

one of the poems that make me think but i don´t seem to be able to understand it fully.
 you don´t see the flower if only watching it decay, and you don´t see the stars if your mind is kind of a vacuum like space where light cannot shine on. ... my words are a mess.
don´t even know if  an attempted interpretation is welcome, since that´s of no use to you.

Thank you for your comments. Most grateful.Time and space are inexorably linked. It is called space-time. Light travels most economically in a vacuum. Sound not at all. There are lots of things to read including the edited version of this.
Best,
tectak