I think I see her...

so I close my eyes

From that perspective

I just might realize...

the paradox within my mind.

When I rest

and when I dream

I concentrate on her face

I wonder what path I took

to get me to this place

and who it is I'll find.

The image is never clear

I can't ever see it all

I'm afraid that if I stay perched up here

eventually I'll fall

and the image will forever be declined.

Though I'm sure I'll know her

The wind will betray her scent

The sun will change its course

and its rays to her be bent

and I will not be blind.

I'll turn and there she'll be

so radiantly clear

with outreached hand beckoning

to join her without fear

as though my fate was timelessly resigned.

I cannot say what happened

Its as if it were unreal

There's peace within me that wasn't there

and contentment as well, I feel

I need not glance behind.

I move as the breeze takes me now

whither which way it will be

I smile as I live each day

Finally I can see

My thoughts, they cannot bind

My mind is full of harmony

each thought itself aglow

My heart is full of life blood

I can spare a gentle flow

the Book of Life is signed.

To Love another, I have found

We must Love ourselves as One

Only then can Love be real

under this, the blinding sun.