Seeing is believing
And for the first time your world is as vast as your imagination.
With your newly found sight,
See the world as it should be and not as it is!
My, My, My, Is it really ever that clear?
Will the fog ever be lifted?
Will there be a clearing in the forest that harbors many
You will find trees of ever species
Your tunneling through many detours along your way
For the forest has rooted itself everywhere.
Growing 24/7, Roots braid themselves tightly
But there are seedlings who tunnel through
Just like a Misty eyed Mole
Rest assure neither give way to the other....
As you work, these eyes, they will become stronger
Before long they will strengthen and the world about you
Becomes beautiful and truly alive
But remember, all is not beautiful in this world of
Truths and Lies.
Enjoy your new sight to their fullest
Do except the colorless, for they haven't blossomed yet
Paint a picture of your goals and desires in life
Use your imagination, explore as far as the horizon bends
Paint beyond what your minds eye sees in front of you
You just might discover a world of imagination.
Hold your head up high and let your eyes wash clean from the
tears of joy, fear, hate, loneliness, happiness and pain.
Make your eyes see the truth at all times
Create a collection of your life's works
The tears, memories, hard times
And every days most quiet needs.
My thoughts are written down upon pages of white
There will be happy times and many unhappy happenings
I reach deep into my feelings, such as honesty and truthfulness
May my imagination carry me through unseen adventures
Through miles and miles of empty spaces.
I'll offer much, in order to regain some sanity of it all
I'll give just enough so not to confuse myself
I need to be there in the moment
When on hand greets another in knowledge.
Please, listen close to someone who is a lonely person in a world
That is full of every joy known to man
However, there is darkness in this carnival of life
I need to regain my sanity and ride my magic carpet
over the memories of all my life.
Fly high above the clouds that pillar like mountains
From above these monstrous like cushions dare you to see
I land this carpet softly on truth and dare platform
Even Aladdin couldn't land a carpet this soft
For there are no stars in my sight.
Once again this Misty Eyed Mole tunnels blindly
Soft is the classic dig, adventurous in how deep one goes
Wipe the glaze that lies on top of the eyes
Filter your desire to see as much as you can
There before you is the horizon of clarity.
Wipe them clean, wipe them carefully
Slowly absorb any knowledge that lies before you
They will never be completely clear
Still you will be amazed at what works in your favor
Sight is a wondrous instrument.
When your head is in the clouds
Wind is nothing more than air in motion
Nothing ever seems to be real,
From A Misty Eyed Mole!
by Richard Lee Cook
Copyright 2011
An SILVERFEATHER Creation
