- By David B. Gosselin
Behind the Sparkling Light in All Men's Eyes
Behind the sparkling light in all men's eyes,
Across the wide arcade of twinkling skies
Reside the hidden dreams of those who died,
Who knew their tears had not been vainly cried.
Their story goes like many who have gone,
Yet nameless still resounds their clarion:
Like the wind that carries the trumpet's call
Or the hand that saves one who soon might fall,
The smallest flicker must become our guide,
Our only guide through life's uncertain tide,
Like glimpsing the light of a nameless star
Who leads us to ‘n fro places afar.
Such things as turn men's sights into a haze
May be those things which change our ways,
Like that shining light of a nameless star
Out in the corner of the skies afar,
Which causes us to wonder at the sky
Where all the secrets of human hearts lie.
Our wits lie solely in these shapeless skies
Whose forms to the eye remain in disguise,
But light when caught in the corner of one’s eye
Across the arcades of the mind's peaks high,
That twinkling speck in the eyes of mortals
Reminds us all of that immortal;
Like that shining light of a nameless star,
Out in the corner of the skies afar.