I read
What excites,
Soothes,
Or
Makes my blood  boil.

It's kinda funny how things are
People say love makes you blind
Oblivious to a person's flaws
Their shortcomings
The very things that makes them "them"
To me, love acts as those little old school 3-d red n blues
It helps you to distinguish what's real, what isn't
Helping you to see a person as they're meant to be seen
Past the *******, past what people say
And straight through to who they are at heart

Don't believe the things you tell yourself
So late into the night -

You are lost between two worlds,
Neither of which is right.

There falls the mystic moon light
from my room window
into the tail of a kite

The gift that it was
thrown into a corner
not knowing the importance
lied into a shady vagueness

the light beam dwells deep into the tail
and catches my attention
realizing the patterns
that it drew
using small hops and curls
with a pleasant breeze

Brings in my senses to action
to realize and perceive
that, it may be a normal gift
by the giver

But for me it's
a hope
a desire
a wish
a faith

to take the flight
and soar to a new height