Many is the time I have cursed my own sight for its revelations
but what of things unseen?
How much sweeter is the blind kiss, the music without need of a musician?
Indeed, the deepest, strongest most beautiful part of any of us cannot be seen.
The visible, the material often betrays us into assumption.
our instincts the loyal companion,
one would hope.
Some say love can be seen in every single thing...perhaps
if you look soft enough.
Of the things I have not seen; I pray my gaze to find its twin..
Then, and only then may I view my destiny where it always awaited me
within the eyes of my love.
