How I wish
you could see through
my own muddy brown eyes.
Taking in the stark (partially blurry)
world through the filter of my
intrigue and amazement
You could see then
the beauty I find in your
that you hide with sarcastic
backlash and caustic jokes
at others expense
You’d know that I have x-ray vision
even better than the super man
because I see how truly uncomfortable
you feel when the room around you
spins out of your control
Your nervous chuckle is absolutely stunning
and the way your eyes prickle with tears just
before you let out a sniffle is dazzling
My eyes can see the breath-taking moment
that you get angry and are about to pounce
like a lioness
the tensity in your jaw, and the furl of
your brow before the strike.
Within your discomfort and fidgety energy
I can see the grace.
In each twitch of your bouncing leg
and the curious way your eyes roam the room
bouncing from subject to subject
like electrons across your brain.
You are so full of those instants
and they pass, quickly forgotten
or discarded in a pile of unmentionables
The face the world sees is the facade you prefer
but just for a moment, look
through my eyes
and see the
with invisible scars
through the banality of reality.
*To exist is to dare to throw oneself into the world*