When will you see my wonderland?
Posted on 13. Jun, 2008 by Barry Hurd in Author's Favorites, Coffee - Volume Two, Inquisitive
When I look at the sky, gray clouds become white,
the rain, warm tears from an angel.
I do not think of now and here, but everywhere,
the places I have been, and dream of believing.
When I hold myself, I am warm,
steadfast in knowing how life connects itself,
touching the people I care for,
and reaching those who dare defy.
When my eyes close, the world becomes open.
The place I see changes me,
Gifting me with a sign of illicit illusion,
that is tangible, rich, and decadent.
When I look,
My dreams hold me,
my eyes closed,
my life is open.
When will you see?