Why don't you see ?
Why are your eyes closed ?
Light dances through the window sills
Yet your eyes catch the shadows.Fear of missing out, you say,
So you refuse to blink.
And percieve everything that goes on
Except those which mean a thing.You try to seek beauty
As if its hard to find,
Just turn your head up, darling
The Sky is yet to disappoint.Blue, orange, purple and pink
Painted on a canvas white,
Puffs of cotton reaching down to you
But still escape your field of sight.Nights are quiet, time runs slow
Your thoughts keep you awake,
Once again the stars and moon sigh
As they fail to capture your gaze.Each evening the small lane you pace
Finds a florist shop on your right,
Eyes trained on the path ahead
Not a glance to the orchids of yellow bright.Leaves of autumn spill and scatter streets
Making crunching sounds of regret,
As you tread on them with no mercy
As if they don't make a charming mess.Pearls of dew gather on a bud,
Butterflies seem too eager to rest,
How many times should their wings flutter,
Till you finally cherish their existence.Is this proof enough that
You are still yet to be awake ?Will you now open your eyes and behold all that remains to be seen
Sunrise, sunset and everything inbetween.
YOU ARE READING
Handwritten
Poetry"Sometimes I wonder If this is how it's supposed to be Can I make a choice ? Or is it all meant to be?"...