Behind closed eyes

When I close

my eyes

sometimes

there's nought,

nothing

to be sought,

a space

where I can

lose myself,

perhaps

cease

to be,

for a moment

or a sleep.

Others I see

faces I've

never known,

some transform

before

my eyes

my lids

a screen

for worlds

unknown

and sights

unseen;

sometimes

they make me

want to scream

or paint

or write,

to tell the tales

of darkest night

that come to light

when eyes

are blind

but see,

a universe

created

by

me.