THROUGH MY EYES

I have seen many things through my eyes.

I see magic, mystical places, angels and fighter planes.

I see the magic of a summers day high in the mountains.

I see surreal dreamers flying through the rarefied air.

I see Gothic maidens dressed in long black dresses

dancing under the moon.

I see a Spitfire turning on a knife-edge,

sun reflecting off its wing.

I see Julianne singing crystal songs that shatter

the twilight dawn.

I see a quartz crystal cast a halo of colours.

I see the beauty of the written word through poetry.

I see the heartbeat that is the life of the moon and of

planet earth and I see the beauty of love and the

violence of war.