Eyes Wide Shut

Eyes wide shut see more
than eyes wide open
when your mind sees
what senses cannot:

Memories of other days:
Soft lights of Brittany, foreign and warm
while I walk up a cold grey street;
visions of Paradise, sweetly blooming
though really I just sit on a stone.

Eyes wide shut see beautiful visions
realities enfolding in kalaedoscopic glory
the present fading and floating away
replaced with firm memory.

Am I mad, or only dreaming?
These other places seem more real
than reality itself has ever been.

Eyes wide shut bear internal life,
ecstasies of vision forever bright.
Eyes wide shut see unnatural visions
bedazzling the senses
confounding the mind.

I may be mad, I may be dreaming,
but eyes wide shut view no doubts,
but only the simple vision.