My eyes are splintered windows
that keep reflecting although I look through
and images wander past and carry,
unknowingly, something of me.

But I can sing when others flee
before whirlwind and lightning sky
for through the cracks in the night
I see a bright new day.

The eyes are splintered windows
therefore must you learn to look piercingly
who reckons you're blind shows
unknowingly, exactly what he is.

But I can see when seers grope
at something that is and always was
for hear the rain and wind proclaim
and in the cliffs rumbles a Name.

My eyes are splintered windows
that keeps reflecting although I look through
and distorted images hobble past and become
unknowingly, part of me.

But I shall climb and strain higher
even grab and tear thorny branches
for on the mountain's ragged edge
tomorrow is far but already in sight.

~K. du Plessis~

Zanna
1 July 2000