Everything we see is
it’s pristine essence
casting the same light
from the womb of darkness.
Gripped by the dolor of a glaucous sky,
love’s longing reminds us
that nothing is ever truly lost
to anything less
than the visual acuity of a heart.
Unseen signs never give up
their quest for being seen.
With a slight tilt of the head,
the light of the heart changes…
and so does everything,
everything.
