I wish I could take your line of sight…
I’d direct it so that you could see;
Through the shadows of my world is light
Yearning for the opportunity.
 
Words of the stars in the sparkling night
Whispering in good company;
Speaking to love, its glory, its might,
And of life’s subtle moments of harmony.
 
I’d unveil a future vision so bright,
It’d seize what is known as reality.
A promise that all things go right…
Without dread or misery.
 
I’d amplify passions to excite,
And swear them false if seen differently.
If I could open up, but folded tight,
I calculate rather than let things be.
 
Am I bereft of love by cupids spite?
Or am I to blame for this tragedy,
How am I cast in your line of sight?
For I fear what you might not see.