My kaleidoscope
It's like my telescope
I aim it at you
And I look through
With eyes full of hope
And a heart fixed new
I see what I want to see
What I thought you were with me
Wondrous shapes and nothing less
There's nothing else they could be
But beads are beads that's all they are
And the truth is the truth it doesn't go far
How can I look again
When the door's left ajar
But I see my kaleidoscope
With it's patterned sides and my newfound hope
But when I look again...
YOU ARE READING
In The Eye
PoetrySort of like a portfolio, sort of like an autobiography, sort of like a book of poetry and short stories. Well, actually it's all of those things.
