The Unseeing
Pity those eyes that never see the daylight
That dwells in the darkness of everlasting night.
Eyes that can’t see the wonders everywhere
Birds wings that glide through the clear air
There are those who have this gift of sight
But never lift their eyes to the sky at night
Blind to the beauty night and the day alike
Failing to detect the glory of the commonplace
Magic dust caught by bright sunbeam in a room
A flake of snow. A baby’s hand, a tree in bloom
The world’s great beauty is here for us to find
We miss so much for aren't we all a little blind.
© C.R.Oakes 2008 - contact me at; woody@heartofoakes.co.uk