Looking for a Pair of Eyes

I am looking
for a pair of eyes
that will look straight
into my throbbing
bleeding heart,

I yearn for those eyes
to see and feel
the simmering ache within
for the warm earth
and frozen humanity.

and yes, I cry,
I cry a lot,
when the waves inside
rise and fall, often
without any warning;

the world calls it drama,
an illusion, plain sensitivity,
but hey, I want to tell you
I want to ask you
what the world would do

without a heart that's full
of colours, of every shade,
a vibrant canvas now made
into an insipid monochrome
of black, white and grey?

sometimes I wonder
if my heart's going to burst
and splash its brilliant colours,
and sometimes I also wonder
how much it can hold,

and then just as I feel
my cup is going to shatter,
the taut lump of clay softens
and is reshaped anew
to hold just a little more,

and in that moment
I know I have to be
the eyes I've been looking for,
pouring themselves
into the world, and
into every broken heart.








 

Being Naked

You think I've lost my mind,
for you see me talking
to no one and yet to everyone.
You think I have no shame,
for you can see my bare body
through my tattered, ill-fitting clothes.
You think I have no home,
for you see me wander and sleep
out on the open streets or under the sky.
You think I have no name,
for I don't remember mine
even when you ask me time and again.
You think I'm a lost cause,
for what you see in me
doesn't match yours.
Hey, but let me tell you this -
You don't see me.
You don't know me.
You don't feel me.
For you see only with your own eyes.
When you can stop and look
with the eyes of another,
you will see me,
you will hear me,
you will feel me,
and you will know then
that I own the world,
that I am naked and free -
I have no holdings,
I have no bearings, and
yet remind you always,
to celebrate you in me.