why can't you see
the stars amidst the darkness
or the iridescence after the skies
spit fierce rain across the earth

the tranquility after death,
that split second of serenity
before a last breath is exhaled

the reverberation of laughter
amid the noisy street
or the familiar twinkle of lights
in the midst of overcrowded cities

why can't you see
the dewdrops atop marigolds
after a savage storm
or the picturesque lush of rose bushes
after cold winter nights

those awe-inspiring thoughts
that impinge you during sleepless hours
or the sunlight shining through your scars

open your eyes,
my dear,

for the world is as beautiful
as you.


-m.j.a