There’s this great darkness
in a world that we are suppose to call
a place full of candles at night
but only within their insignificant halos
Sometimes we can see only some tiny portions
sometimes nothing at all…
When you see a firefly
just remember that we feel like that
most of the time –
lighting our journey to the end of the night
It’s so confusing and yet so beautiful,
Yesterday I saw a blind man on the street
asking for directions
from another blind man with
a lantern in his hand.
Peycho Kanev is the author of 4 poetry collections and two chapbooks, published in the USA and Europe. His poems have appeared in many literary magazines, such as: Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, Front Porch Review, Hiram Poetry Review, Hawaii Review, Barrow Street, Sheepshead Review, Off the Coast, The Adirondack Review, Sierra Nevada Review, The Cleveland Review and many others. He has three nominations for the Pushcart Prize.