Evidence
I see you...
With eyes that know nothing of how you lived or where you come from.
I hear you…
In wind that whisper of tragedy but contentment.
I know you…
As one who loved the land I love and made it a home.
I feel you…
In the crisp waters, in the gentle thunderstorms, in the brisk nights and tempered mornings.
I want you…
To know of my admiration, my deep soul-sickness full of longing to understand a life so different from my own.
I seek you…
With bright eyes in a dimming world colored with the last streaks from the artist’s brush.
I love you…
And embrace the quiet stillness of life so vibrant, so beyond the reserve of simply breathing, a life filled with words never to be recorded.
I see you.
This poem is published in the chapbook Wandering Beautiful by Candace J. Thomas. Find this and other poetry in this link.