You can see it

You can see it in the wandering pathways winding down to sea

You can see it in the sea birds wheeling helplessly and free

You can see it in the tumbled rocks and in the bracken tree

You can see it in the scudding clouds that boil so lazily

You can see it in the foliage as it whispers in the breeze

You can see it in green trailing plants that tangle magically

You can see it in the children as they run and laugh with glee

You can see it in the fiery eyes of youths that disagree

You can see it in the bobbing boats as they’re moored up in the quay

You can see it in the glance of lovers wherever they may be

You can see it as the sunset paints the skyline furiously

You can see it in the doleful shadows lengthening in the lee

You can see it as the stars appear and shine hypnotically

You can see it in the full moon as it reaches apogee

You can see it everywhere you look, and in everything you see

Why then, as you gaze around, can’t you see it in me?

Steve Wheeler © 7 July, 2020

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