Somehow, I just couldn't
see
I couldn't grasp the words in front of me
He was strange, as I viewed closely
Pacing his mind, giving me clues slowly
He strokes my hand as I stare on
This stranger I've somehow earned, somehow won
I never see light, the picture of grace stands in my sight
He knows me, yet he does not
He crawls like me to reach what he got
I feel his heart in eyes only
He's touched mine, closing vision on a lonely
Thoughts of swirling truth abridge within closed pathways
I touch his face, depending every essences of what I say
Mirrors of his visual lay unknown
Umbridled to love and inertia, we become stone
I lift my head, for a split second I finally know a home
Than I run...
Loving Me For Me ~ Audrey Roberts