Meanwhile, Melody Muses…

Now my vision warps, distorts,

as through a glass I view my life;

frosty film in darkness courts

misconstructions, blindness rife

with apprehensions misconstrued,

where senses, seizing on a ghost

demand surrender to the food

that liars choose to feed on most

but

Then, my blindness will be healed,

cataracts will be removed;

scummy blur will be repealed

as trust in what is real is proved

to make all else fade into night,

misty membranes melt away;

I will recognize the Right

when Truth and Beauty shine like day.