in the light of day,
while the sun shines bright,
the garden path seems unlikely to blight the wanderer who ventures its length.
but the light of day can hide much ill intent.
the light of day can dazzle the eye,
cause a befuddling blindness that a passer-by might spot and avoid,
but the wanderer dazzled sees the garden alone.
how pretty it is, this garden of life
fitting and filled with desire and delight.
blinded the wanderer moves on alone,
believing he isn’t, and the light shines on.
for the light of day can be darker than night,
searing the mind, burning the sight,
twisting the senses, the wanderer falls.
the garden fades, life leaves him behind,
the light shines on the desert of the blind.