I see only facets of you
Glimpses of your true self
Shining brightly as stars in the deep night sky
Turn and I see another facet
Another reflection of a feeling
A time
A place
A secret
The glimpses you allow blind me
They bind me
Remind me
That you are a jewel rare and precious
Jewels happen to have facets because
Facets catch and magnify light
Jewels are hewn from the hardest stone
Facets are cut with sharp chisels and hard hammer blows
It takes years of dedicated study
To learn to bring a mere rock on the ground
Turn it into a jewel
Choose which facets to chisel
Which angle to strike
Polish the best and brightest
Jewels are made as they are
Some may have minor flaws
Some major flaws
Some stones cannot become jewels
Which is why rare jewels like you are not just lying around
If the sun should strike my eye with a ray from one of your facets
Blind me with its intensity
Hurt my eye with its brilliance
Just watch as I blink away the blind spot
And go back to gazing deeply into you
YOU ARE READING
I See Through
PoetryPoetic musings of Barry Tudor on life and introspection. A journey of a motorcycling American poet lost in the midst of his own country. Hellish past. Glorious present.
