Eyes Open

With eyes open I see

Great and small, weak, strong. Everything.

Beauty is revealed in even the meekest

I see flesh and cloth, light, dark, even nothing.

Together everything becomes apparent and

the sight is one I revel in.

The significance of all is plain but

great in its existence. And I see

the future I want, the present I need

and the person I want to see.

In myself.