You see what eyes don’t see:
my soul, the essence of spirit,
through the depth of the past.
No moment goes forgotten
as I cannot find words
that give clue to the world
for the understanding of my invisible scars.
You have become my bewilderment
and I dazzle in your presence
with inexpressible tenderness.
You are always the keeper
of secrets told and unspoken.
You know my story
and, willingly, you want to be part of
each new chapter.
I can walk through your window,
through the threshold of your heart
that has miraculously opened
the empty vessel I carry inside.
And, in spite of silliness,
cynicism and sarcasm
I can touch your wounds
as the truth unfolds inside.
I am grateful for your existence.
Thank you for allowing me to love you
just as you are…
just as you accept my reflection in your eyes.
Thank you for being my best friend,
my spiritual twin.
You see what eyes can’t find
and, in you, I see myself blossom.