You could pull on my hear strings
And play the melodies you like
You could have all of me
And could become my life
I've been walking blindly
And you could be my light.
I could give up my habits, my addictions
And let you be my new affliction
I've been dividing myself
And you could be the greatest addition
I've been walking blindy
And you could be my vison.
You could calm my strife
You could be the one to fix my sight.
I want my eyes to penetrate passed your make up.
Passed who you think you are and who you want me to see.
Who is it who wears this false claim?
Go ahead and look at the average life span of a human.
Now look at your age-
Now who are you?
Does your mask still conceal?
Or have you felt something deeper, stronger?
I'm tired of the words like human, love, hate.
Let's sit silent and look into
each others eyes
And see each other for the first time.
"Yoo Hoo! Excuse me!" she said,
Warbling with trepidation,
"I wonder could you help me,
Only I'm blind, you see?"
Her timid voice trailed off,
Lost beneath the majestic roar
Of the waterfall;
"Of course ma'am!" he said,
"Take my arm and pray
Tell me your troubles!"
"Well it's all rather silly," she said,
"But I'm not long now for this
Life, and I so wanted to see,
Or rather, to feel this place again.
I was here as a young girl
You see, and I have such fond memories!
My guide had to take
An urgent call, and now I'm
Afraid I won't have time for the tour!"
"Tell me," he said, "If I may be
Permitted to ask, were you able
To see when you were here before?"
"Oh yes!" she exclaimed,
"It was the most incredible thing
I've ever seen! The destructive
Force of nature, an endless torrent
Of foaming waters cascading down
Sheer cliffs, the living color of
Smooth rocks gleaming in the sunlight,
And oh so many rainbows
Blazing in the spray, Sir I could
Imagine no place more wondrous,
"Well then," he said excitedly,
"You'll be pleased to know it
Hasn't changed a bit!"
"Oh thank you, thank you!"
She said, hugging him tightly,
"You've made an old woman very happy!"
The guide returned and he bade them
A fond farewell, and then another
Woman approached him.
"Well there you are darling," she said,
I've been looking for you everywhere!
I've found a guide who specialises
In narrated tours for the blind,
Are you ready?"
He looked at her with unseeing eyes
And smiled, "There's no need my love,"
He said, "I've already seen it and
It's the most beautiful place in the world,
And I want to remember it
Exactly the way I do right now!"
Hiding in plain sight
is what I often do
I know people can see me
and I see them too--
but does anyone truly see
all the way through
to my heart and soul?
Will anyone ever care enough
to really, really know
the inner workings, the raw
I'm hiding in plain sight
and want so much for you to see
that deep within is a heart of gold
surrounded by light and love so real and true
and I would gladly give it all with joy
to you and you and you...
for in sharing this love and wonder I feel
it helps me know without doubt
that this world I'm in is truly real.
Hiding in plain sight
is what I often do...
and realize my love from within is pure and true...
It starts with a glace...
Was it's occurrence by chance?
Words expressed through sight.
Emotions yet to be seen in light.
What runs through thoughts of both?
one could only hope to quoth.
What eyes can show on the spot.
Sometimes words describe, not.
Longing for company is seen.
Fluid conversation, that's the dream.
Will affections be shyly lent.
Or would conversations flow, as meant?
To know some one is there.
To know you are not laid bare.
What intent is there to love?
To have someone to think of.
A quiet and very interesting person, she does not talk much but she has so much going on in her head.
When I close my eyes
I can't see the words
or the pictures
or the birds
I miss the people passing by
and the cars
and the planes
and I don't see the clouds floating through the sky
I don't see the sun
and I don't see the stars
I don't wonder if there might be life on mars
I don't see the moon
and I don't see the wolf
as it sings it's lonely song
I don't see rows of corn
flashing past my window
or the children
or the trees
or the stuff in the shop window
But when I close my eyes
and try not to think
I see splashes of color
and flashes of memories
Long since past
And that's when I realize
My eyes aren't the only way to see.