sometimes   sometimes when he woke in the morning hed lay still not betraying that he had wakened listened to the whispering robes of attendants skirting the sides and foot of his bed 

                                                                            he didnt know howcare to know how they communicateddidnt want to reveal that he knew they were there

it was incumbent upon them however

                                         to unlock his eyelids

and they did it in their own good time

 

this morning again he tried to open his eyes

it seemed there was only one attendant

he tried his left eye  and failed he tied his right  and failed he tried them both at oncesuddenly like lifting with two arms   and failed

until his eyelids were unlocked                                                                                        

hed have to entertain himself

in the pitched black

 

eventually  he didnt hear or feel themthe pressure of the key eventually he recognised less pressure bolts welloiled silently slipped free 

               he tried his left eye  flutterflutter  it peeled open daylight seeping in blurred his seeing his right eye didnt bother to wait for him to open it it sprang open  also blurry 

                                                                      the blurriness melted as thin ice melts in a hot sun

and he saw again

and he was grateful again that his eyes opened

he was grateful he had a new day 

                                     a day he didnt take for granted because he knew one day the attendants would leave  taking their keys with them 

                                         leaving him in the blackness  

 

0843,  Reggae Friday,  16  10. 20 

Stones  Paint It Black  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=170sceOWWXc