I will wear sunglasses
so as to hide the tears which form in my eyes
for a man is not supposed to cry,
so they say,
and because of this:
my heart I have kept in a safe.

But I will wear sunglasses all the same
for I am emotional as poets come
as emotional as Thomas who found solace in a bottle
as emotional as Byron who went to Avalon without a drink.

For my feelings I carry with me, visible for you to see
like Ernst's apple stuck to a forehead.

Glasses which will be taken off
when I go to bed at night,
lulled to sleep by the stars,
my nightmares forgotten.

And when tomorrow comes
again, to put them on.

(Excerpted from "Without a Name" a collection of poems by Val .K., coming soon.)

Val .K. is a poet, and a nature lover. A collection of his poems "Without a Name" will soon be published by AuthorHouse, U.S.A. For personal contact, send mails to: leviathandepthsreturns@yahoo.com

Val .K. is a poet and a nature lover.