Hour With You~I see through the
eyes of a child,
Though I am old and gray,
I have lost vision and aim,
My mind, tricks likes to play.
I see the beauty of the roses,
Yellow as the bright shining sun,
I see the perfection in the petals,
As they fold over to become as one.
I see the green of the stems,
The leaves deep and lined,
There are dangers hidden about,
Like the recesses of my mind.
In my eyes I see the thorn,
Knowing it causes pain,
But it benefits the same as the rose,
From each droplet of the rain.
The skips and the hops of my mind,
Are much like the thorn and the rose,
When the thoughts start moving,
I can't control pain where it goes.
In the eye of the beholder,
That is you I am talking about,
Do you see me as a peer,
Or my sanity do you doubt.
I am as the fragile rose,
You see beauty there,
As the eye of the beholder,
Does your heart beat with care?
I pray you have compassion,
Don't brush me painfully aside,
You see me only short periods of time,
In this thorny world I must reside.
November 1, 2004©
Copyright © 2004
Grammys Gallery -Jean Ilderton. All Rights Reserved
Music: "My Silent Reverie"
Original by: Mel Webb
Used With Permission