Star Sight



I can see the one I love in you,
Past Venus Fly-Trap lashes;
Beyond your crystal azure gaze,
Your Truth is told in flashes.

Blinding white lightning blaze,
Platinum leading red.
As if my mind were meant to see
The lonely life you’ve led.

I feel the pain I see in you,
My empathy apparent;
Tears well wet and slip away,
My eyelids poor containment.

Extra perception exposes to me
Your incredible qualities bare:
Your honesty, your sense of humor,
The way you toss your hair,

The child in you that loves to play,
The games that made you wise,
The way you’ve learned to speak your mind
In gestures with your eyes,

The way your burgundy lips form words
Of Technicolor Art;
The amazing capacity of compassion
Contained within your heart.

Yet lurking in your murky mind
Are jagged mental scars,
Concealing vast dark galaxies
Of dead and dying stars;

Afraid to hope, to care, to share,
Afraid of what may repeat -
Sacrifice sleep and sanity,
Ever prepared to retreat.

Your yearnings for rest and relaxation,
Your dreams of a moonlit beach,
Your desire for passionate sandy sonatas
Are all within careful reach.

I shudder as the vision subsides,
Fades into the night.
I’ve seen the Truth within your soul,
Through pastel pinholes of light.



Don L. Waddell, 1996