The Eye

Golden iris
Suspended in darkness,
A surreal solar eye
Staring,
     Pupil penetrating,
Chilling with menace.

To such eyes
Ancients would offer up human hearts,
Blood for the thirsting sun
Prowling the sky like a glittering dragon,
Beast with forked tongue lolling from a crooked-fanged mouth.

But here,
Disembodied in the void,
It glows with an eerie,
     Abstract
Awareness,
Apparition of intellect,
The secret sentience of everything
Cloaked in eternal,
     Impenetrable,
          Inscrutable,
               Night.

George Chadderdon © 1998