WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES

When I close my eyes
Images dance before my closed lids
Distorted
Appearing, then rearranging themselves
To form new pictures 
No less confusing
Than those that came before them.

Bars of solid darkness and light collide
Merging and creating a pattern 
That I don't understand
Memories briefly surface
Then are dragged below
As if by an ocean current
And I am unsure that I will ever find them again.

It is a mess of worries and fears
An explosion of brilliance 
That will never be revealed to the world
It makes me wonder
If the world would be different 
If we could read each other's thoughts 
Or maybe we would just collapse 
Under the sheer weight of potential
Perhaps we are simply not ready
To be geniuses.
For even I can barely imagine
What truly happens
When I close my eyes.