I See Things
The two of blue is one and the light in the right has gone
The day no longer exists to cast long shadows
So I hold onto the memory of beauty that it did see
And hence the left it holds the key
To focus not on thee
But things that go on beyond the realms of reality
True blue the eye of creativity
Because I see things
The star burst flashes
The floating periods
Have given way to orbs
A trinity of owls
Who morph again into faces dressed in gowns
They dance then blend into one entity
Then split
So doth giving rise to inspiration
My orbs become not just an illumination
But a message of transcendental energy of thought
Because I see things
I think now that I see more than I did before
That gives me succor to my heart my core
A blade of grass is tipped in virgin dew
And in the sun it sparkles and drips of you
Barefoot you walk and bathe as they kiss your feet
Blades penetrate, make love to nature’s beat
And nature comes for you
Because I see things
She skips in a water colored dress
So therefore I must call upon the rain
To wash away her dress and see the beauty of her naked form
And to lay her down upon the virgin dew
And let nature kiss her spine and levitate her to meet her death
So nature can come for you
Because I see things.
I have a blind side now so therefore
I experience night and day, each and every day
My head is now a lighthouse so as not to miss a thing
I hear a bird a song to sing
I turn to see the beauty and the majesty
It looks at me the one blue eye I see
A Jackdaw looking at my silver chain
Swoop down dear heart and steal my pain
Because I see things
For I am blessed in morn I sleep on my right
So when the dawn kisses them open I see the light
The day is good for I have one sight
What dreads me more is that I wake to
a universe that has no stars
Therefore imagination will prevail
Because I will still see things
My memories and imagination will become my eyes and pen
And touch will give it form
And the colors of my memories will paint a breast of black or white or Mocha be
For the visual will rest within my hands because I see
My eyes will close upon your pillowed breast
And rest
Because I feel things
Sometimes in worried sleep I feel a presence in my room
He has a beady scarlet look
I think he wants more than my silver chain
He wants to inflict emotional pain
Because the eye of the beholder is not yours to steal
Be gone Jackdaw for you are not real
You are cold
Because I feel things
So if all is lost to night
I will weep for just a little while
And the voices of strangers will electrify
my senses
They are new memories and the hug will tell me everything
And as her breasts meld into my chest
The eyes of my chest will tell me if they are large or small
Or if her blouse or dress is cotton
Because I feel things
For then the keys below my finger tips will explode in intimacy
So when her bra falls like a red maple leaf
I will not see the beauty but I will hear it rest upon the floor
I will smell her perfume dabbed subtly on her cleavage
It is then my eyes will trace the beauty of her gift
That will nourish all my senses
Because I feel things
My senses now become a pallet of oils as I mix my lips with fingertips
I hear whispers on her breathe
The air eludes her
The unknown canvass is taking shape
Into a vision that takes us to a place called lost
I touch her eyelids which sleep in sensations
For she is me now
How do I know
Because we see things
We feel things
We hear things
We are blind to the outside world
By Michael Cook
