Eyes of a Child...

Fireflies in the black night sky, the
eyes of a child wonder at the light show.
Where did those eyes of wonder go?
Eyes of wonder, collectors of opportunity.
Where did I lose that ability to
see opportunity before it is gone?
Eyes of a child see even in the dark.
Where are those eyes that could watch  
opportunity unroll like film on a screen,  
clear, imaginable, reachable and exploitable.
Why has daylight destroyed the blessings of  
blackness. Why have the eyes of a child
become the the eyes of a spectator, an
observer, detached from opportunity,
helpless to connect. Why has daylight  
destroyed the wonder of fireflies in  
the night sky? Why has the ability to see clearly
destroyed the ability to see in the darkness?
Darkness defines us, daylight is  
just an illusion for the senses.