To These Glasses That Have Made Me See

I never really got the chance To thank you For these glasses that Have made me see The beauty in this world that my nocturnal spirit Has shut away Like the wings of a bird Shielding itself from the scorching sun Summer fields Cherry trees Lovers on freshly mown grass Fire flies A purple phlox Sun-kissed petals Clear heavens Autumn trees Hazelnuts Emerald woods Wonderful shapes dancing in a burning campfire Warmth White pine trees Snow and wind Multi-hued scarves Hot chocolate A kitten playing with wool My eyes could almost tear From seeing what has been hidden For so long But I could swear The splendor is sometimes too much to bear The aroma of strawberry fields becomes Much too strong Almost suffocating The morning glories wrap my arms and legs With their stems The bright side begins to burn my skin I see smiles I see a child licking an ice-cream cone During a hot summer's day I see the perfection in butterflies Leaving their cocoons I see spring predominate the universe I see so much until everything looks Almost the same Special And beautiful In its own way Like the wedding gown And the pall I see my life Flashing before me The charm in this world would kill me if I saw it all And I could swear The splendor is sometimes too much to bear.