Eyes To See
You come by neither to say hello,
Nor call upon me unless you have a need.
It seems to me that it has been for ages,
Since your sweet face, I have last seen.
You say that time is short and that you are so…so busy
You say that in the day there are never enough hours.
And you tell me that you dash around this world in a mad tizzy,
But what happened, to when you used to bring me flowers.
However though, and to you, this I must now say
Consider me again while the light is still in my eyes,
Moreover, not after my days are finished and I am gone away.
For then there shall not be a need, for then it will be too late.
Too late for anymore, warm embraces,
and past our time for balanced goodbyes.
So, I ask of you now, when this journey I begin
Not…to bring unto me your precious flowers.
For if, it is so, and my eyes have long waxed cold
I will not see them from your hand to bring.
I will not smell of their sweet and pleasant nectar
Nor visualize the glory of their essence
as in the colors of harmony they sing.
For I shall not be able to catch a glint of the faded of light
on the gentle bloom of this serendipitous night.
So, bother not then to give them unto me
as I lay forgotten unto the cold ground beneath.
Bring them now, along with your warm smile
And show to me that I have made your life worthwhile.
Grant this to me…while I still have eyes to see.
J. Allen Wilson © 2005