A poem about perception and seeing clearly
If ever you choose to see again
Beyond the shadow’s lie
You’ll see again my spirit true
And look me in the eye.
The eyes we have are threefold
There are two which see the land
A third can open from the heart
And see this spirit-hand
This hand of light has always held
You safe, so loyal and true
And when you gaze upon the dark
I’ll be three eyes for you.
We all are drops, unique, alone
Yet also we are one
I’ll pray that when you wake that day
You’ll see the morning sun.