I am the designer of this dream of the me.
But you are there, all one hundred
Billion neurons swirling around in my head. . .
We meet up from time to time. All is the search
For some New Piece that clings, if only. . .to the shadows. . .
Yet, genius is the me unknowable; a melody not yet written,
Dangling somewhere in Mozart’s head.
An unborn heart of hearts beats in rhythm
With another place, to another time. This clever, living,
Breathing soul of the illusory belongs to the mind’s eye,
Willing to live inward, but fretful am I
Of the bonds of its deliverance. Captured by hesitation’s sigh
For a while, just a little while, I dream of this gift,
This unsullied mystery that visits within to stir the gift of hope,
I hope. Dreams of the genius burn the dark cold,
As upon this time, failure lingers in obscurity. Ambition stets.
No armor or valor sways tomorrow’s aim, all things flow
In coeval Eloquence. Timelessness in fullness cries.
And so. . . genius thinks with the mystery of the sigh!
Who knows this me I cannot see? I wait as what I am.
bereft in his heart, which softly bleeds,
his love is the dreg from a cold, harsh drink.
but, from her veins anvil-hot, his life concedes to
Her and Her alone…fearless his heart is linked.
that in her veins, stirred of reddest red
that in her heart, shadowed of bluest blue,
there lies a death-surround upon them both.
chimes of pain their love no other chord can strike
his heart…her icon….bereft of iconicity,
neither blue, nor crimson red;
yet, soaked and soured in stoven dread!
YOU ARE MY LIGHT.
I AM IN THE DARK, OUT OF SCHOLARLY SIGHT
BUT IN YOUR LIGHT
MY DARKNESS BURNS INTO THE BRIGHT
OF THE MOST BRILLIANT OF DAYS.
DAYS OF KNOWLEDGE
DAYS OF EXISTENTIAL COMPREHENSION
DAYS OF MONUMENTAL EXPRESSIONISTIC INTERPRETATION.
YOU ARE MY RIGHT
TO HAVE AND TO HOLD
TO LOVE WITH THE HOPE OF
A BURNING SUN
THAT SCRAPES THE
DARKNESS CLEAN
OF THE DIRTY STARS
THAT BUILD OVER TIME
AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS
BECAUSE YOU ARE THE LIGHT
YOU ARE THE LIGHT THAT BURNS
MORE BRILLIANT
THAN THE CANDLE’S END
THAT SLOWLY STOPS FULL IN DARKNESS
WAITING FOR THE RIGHT
TO ONCE AGAIN BE THE LIGHT.
THE LIGHT OF LIGHTS.
THE LIGHT OF DARKNESS
THE LIGHT OF SCHOLARLY SIGHT
THAT NEVER LOSES ITS EXISTENTIAL INSIGHTS.
OF AN ETERNAL LIGHT.
YOU ARE THE LIGHT.
THE LIGHT OF LOVE.
ITS ALWAYS BURNING.
ITS ALWAYS BRIGHT.
ITS ALWAYS THE LIGHT OF SIGHT.
The Poetry of Jeffrey L. H. Naylor 
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