The tales often describe...
How one will be mesmerized by the beauty of the rainbow after every storm.
How the stars shine and twinkle at the evening sky.
I have only seen the rainbow a couple of times,
and only yesterday I caught the stars twinkling for the first time.
I have yet to see how seagulls fly just before sunset.
Or chase the fireflies from the forrest trees.
The world I see is not the world I live in.
Its abundance was blinded by what I choose to believe.
Like my heart that only breathes you,
I have yet to see it smile from music, from poetry...
My passion but you.
