just sensational

that balms
the day I see

like pallid honey

greening the greens

overwhelming
the no-light light
of night time
until
it fares-thee-well

away
to some other time
or place?

what is
the warm-light I can see
even
when I bask
with eyes
that try closing
to shut it out?

squeeze tighter

still
the feeling
that sunlight is there
remains

is light
really light
that I see
or
just sensation
waving
delicate
the leaves
and grass
at me

to catch

and to hold

my attention?

Frank Prem Poetry