Thursday, April 8, 2010

Vision

The world is viewed through many eyes
As are those that are in it
We each wear the glasses of our own experience
Our own thoughts and feelings changing what we see
Some see the world as it might be
Some see the world as it they would have it
Some see the world through fears and worries
Some see it though hopes and dreams

Often times we are our own worst critic
Seeing only the cracks, the chinks in our armour
Looking upon our failures as if they were all that mattered
Peering into the mirror and only looking down

But what it we could see the world through the eyes of those around us?
Visions of who we are to others
The impact we share on those around us
The impression we leave on those we’ve become a part of
Through the eyes of those that love us
What would we think then?

Would we be more willing to look in that mirror and see the good?
More able to glimpse the positive and ignore the negative?
To see the good and not the bad?

What then if we could see through the eyes of those on high?
To feel even a portion of the love they have for us?
To be able to forget our own transgressions as they do
To glimpse into our potential in the eternities
What we could become
What might be
Could we see our weaknesses in a new light?
Could we find the strength to rely on others that we may all benefit?
Could we find new strength and power in ourselves?

Visions of what could be flood my mind
Garnishing my dreams with amazing possibilities
I have felt that love, even in part
For me, for others
For those I care about and those I don’t
But most of all for you

In my arms

A smile on your face causes its mirror image in my heart
A touch, an embrace, as we come closer
Comfort like I’ve never felt before
So simple, so pure
My mind stills
Everything else leaves my thoughts
Quiet there like never before
It’s just a moment
One that I would have last an eternity
I can be there with you and nowhere else
No thoughts of tomorrow or what might be
No worries for the future or thoughts of the past
It’s just a moment
Why can’t it be more?