Sight Unseen
Sight Unseen
I see a faint light in the corner of a darkened room;
Revealing a wall that never was,
Illuminating a shrouded door
Leading to roads never taken; never dreamt of.
I see a compass, its needle perennially restless,
Misguided, disillusioned, and chaotic,
Finally resting into true north
After catching the briefest glance at home.
I see a window, opened involuntarily,
Exposing me to sights I'd previously ignored,
To scents, I never knew I'd missed,
And to the soothing sound of the swift, cool breeze.
I see the flame emitted from a candle,
Lit by a match struck without touching tinder;
Its origins, forever a mystery,
Its presence, always a blessing.
I see a constellation, newly discovered;
A pattern so neatly arranged, so effortlessly luminous,
Making me shamefully conscious of my blindness,
Knowing I can now never unsee it, in every night sky.
I see a tide, crashing into the shoreline;
An unbeckoned stranger to the status quo,
But whose appearance brought about a change
Now fundamental to the shore's constitution.
I see the ladder we both climb,
With your foot on a higher rung,
Albeit not too far ahead,
Just close enough to give me a helping hand.
I see the bridge between where I am
And the potential for where I could be,
With you before me, encouraging me forward,
No longer carrying me, but paving my way.
I see my thoughts, given voice
By you, always a step ahead of me,
As if you've been privy to a book
Whose pages I haven't yet gotten the chance to turn.
I see the kindest face of gravity
Pulling me back down to earth, grounding me
In the gentlest manner;
One which always draws me near.
I see the blazing hearth on a winter night,
Steady, consistent, warm, pacifying,
Impossible to leave,
And altogether heavenly in its serenity.
I see the notes of my favourite song;
One which I never planned to play
And whose melody was once unfamiliar and strange,
But is now always welcome at its start.
And I wonder,
If you knew what I behold,
Would you still believe
That you remain unseen?
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