Blind Sight

I don't know what you are, but I know by far, you're something special. You fill up my mind, make my eyes blind, their focus total. I can feel it inside, the times that I tried, to imagine you here. But no, it's just not the same, I need more than your name, to make things clear. I try not to lie, to myself I do remind. That you are by far, beauty that's making me blind. Your mind, it's so unreal, this connection I feel, is too good to be. True, I do wish of you, something that's new, the love I've never had. I have waded in time, waited in time, for someone like you. Someone who knows, how my wave flows, to come to my rescue. My chance to dance, and with a touch we both surrender. Shared sighs close eyes, as we fall into the tender. I don't wish to be wrong, instead to belong, within our dreams. As one, to make it all right, to get into sight, what only seems. I'm not sure how you feel, is what I want real, just what are you. My feelings inside, are bonded and tied, to an image of you. My blind eyes find, the sight of you to be a pleasure. While my mind would find, your love for me more than a treasure.. . . Kass poem #2. Haven't read this one in a long time. For those just joining, "A Kick In The Pass" is the first of the collection. . . . Written May 27th, 1993 © on Apr 13 2002 07:21 AM PST   0 • 8