Of Rhyme

At times, rhymes, imbibed by the mind

Shine bright

So Night might try and remind Mind

To eye behind, inside,

Or to rewind

Try as Night might, such trial is trite;

"Out of sight, out of mind"--

With rhymes so bright, Night tries

To ignite...can't find the fire, he tires, retires

To spite this Light, no fire can light,

Nor line, nor rhyme take flight in plight;

Cannot inspire, must too retire

So Night tried to fight this Light--

So bright was this Light

That Night himself lost his sight, was blinded

Where's the line 'tween Night and Light?

Can't find it; all are blinded

For blindness reckons Light to be Night;

Night to be Light;

The line, blindness remembers not--is lost, like Rhyme...

...In a sea of itself