Vision

Is vision done with eyes wide open

that bleed for sight and guess the prize?

Or is it view of justice hinted

while trying to deduce the lies?

Is vision sensed by hidden charms?

Felt by touch of heartfelt tremble

scratched and screamed up spinal nimble?

Brought to life by outstretched arms?

Is it tasted

bought by breath

Or suddenly

a dream that's left?

Is woman's sight

that much more splendid?

Ask any child who takes a risk,

or makes a fist,

at curfew missed.

Or any husband telling lies

or holding back.

Or anyone that’s

hiding fact.

Is vision sought in blast of light

seen in sun's rays

brought on by fright

or only seen in darkest night?

Is it a whimper

a touch of cold

or does it rush into thought

bold?

Does vision come while at death's door

when in the light

for evermore

as living stops to travel on?

Is it a whisper heard by few

or listless thought ignored by two

can you recall when déjà vu

or does sight hide away from you?

Is vision present in view of palm

Or in the lawn

Or on a wall

even when it's seen by all?

Does it come as Virgin Mary

on angel's wings

with songs of fairies

upon the cross

in prayer unbending?

Do wolves howl

brought round a fire

when living button

is devoured?

Or is starving

in quiet thought

sitting still as blankness sought

bring clearest vision

of all mystery?

Is sight open

to us all

while taking flight

or at a fall?

Does it hide

in life’s wide open

awaiting clearest view

unspoken?

Or do we see

as need determines

and sense the truth

when left unburdened?

Goodbye

When you are near

I sense an ending

Though your life once

Seemed to abound.

I see your pain

Where once was smile

And breathless times

Do bring a frown.

With that pain

Though seldom spoke of

I wish that I

Could see it gone.

It seems that life

What once remembered

No longer lights

To show you dawn.

And sadness comes

When guard is down

To feel your journey

Is ending now.

I do not know

What can I say

No knowledge known

Of world beyond.

Those lessons learned

While living life

Are left to you

To see them gone.

And my help,

my deep indulgence

Is offered now

to ease your tear.

Won't say goodbye

Won't wave

Won't cry

No solace offered as end arrives.

For moving on

Is greater still

Then being close

With body ill.

I hope you know

What caring's here

What I can't do

Is born of fear.

For when you leave

To find that high place

I'll stay behind

To wander here.

And as you soar

Above the rest

My secret thoughts

Will become clear.

So as you leave

New journey starts

I'll shed a tear

And wish you well.

Your new start

Is ending old

And journey's end

Starts newness bold.

Good leaving friend

May journey stir you

I'll join you when

My time has come.

Then lessons shared

they will continue

as new life’s road

walks into sun.