What's to see?
The victory of a new dawn quickly
approaches and we sing with its
arrival. However, my glances are
stolen ones which allow me the
chance to gaze with impunity.
What's in a view?
Long longing looks I ain't
tryin to cover up cause you have
no idea how grand the vista is
to my naked eyes and starving soul.
What's through the looking glass?
No perspective can capture you well
enough to tell the story in a fashion
worthy of your visage. Yet I drink
of you in time's reciprocation as if
my thirst is without satisfaction.
What frames your essence?
There is no posing with the strength
to display you in the glorious beauty
that makes your bounty pleasing to all
who have taken in the retinal refraction
that makes you substantive.
What IS in a look?
A mutual reversion to the baser instinct
which drives us to not blink lest we miss
the celestial majesty which causes us to
venture forth with purpose. All the while
seeking what visions we may make and which
may be shown to us in unison with the story
so tightly wound and intertwined that our
senses are barely adequate to gaze upon its
true form unprotected.
I wear shades. All the time. In this way,
I may see you clearly...
every...
single...
day!
Now that I've looked, can YOU see ME?
Simply mesmerizing! However, being able to see the beautiful must also include the neccessity to see oneself as so...something not all of us are able to do.