Love is the beauty of blindness

I do not seek to gather the leaves of windy days
Anymore than count the branches naked against the sky
There's no deciphering the meanings of silences
All the tellings are to be found in where the feelings lie
And all too often they lie behind masks of our own making
The art is learning to feel the truth behind the lies

We spin such magnificent truths, as if we're all that
These beautiful cutout people we never truly are
We are the puppet masters of our life's unfolding stories
The fixed point, true north, in our constellation of stars
Wanting to believe the heavens were made to circle round us
Not just one of countless points of lights lying afar

Don't amaze me, touch me. Awakened, let the stillness quiver
At the touch of a drop into my pool of solitude
Quietly gift your presence into the flow of my being
Your touch rippling the surface of all I thought I knew
As you plum my depths in a mingling of water and wine
Diffusing all into one, not some drama we've played through

Love is the beauty of blindness, so pray, let me be blind
Let me feel you in the slow softening of my shadows
As darkness departs, warmth stirring, in the nearness of you
By slow degree feelings weave their strong cords and deepenings grow
At least that's the feeling of my soul in this play of life too long
Let me see you as beauty feels, not as players pretend to show