.


It was God's cruel gift
he gave unto me

the ability ,

to look into someone
through their heart

(and see)


The eyes are a portal
through which light flees

(be it)

white or dark

it's all revealed
to me


The words they say
or in silence be

(unto my eye)

there is all to see


Sometimes the overload . . .

the thousands touched
looking for gold

not finding much