The Eye

Golden iris
Suspended in darkness,
A surreal solar eye
     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,
Apparition of intellect,
The secret sentience of everything
Cloaked in eternal,

George Chadderdon © 1998