The faces of the cherry trees
Each laughing in full bloom.
The hoax that Mona- Lisa sees
As her smile lights the room.

These you see with earnest yearning
And you know them to be true.
How ferocious waves are curling,
Hear the lulle of aqua blue.

The intoxicating scent of yellow
And all the shapes clouds tend to take.
The blessed white unfolding helo
The mud- pie music children make.

You see who hides his shame behind
Metalic shields, with eyes shut blind.
You praise the brave who would not yield.
You sense the gold of the barley field.

All faces are enclosed to you
In their reincarnated grace.
You see them clearly, see them through
Their binding chains of time and space.


Dedicated to my good friend David,
For being so clear sighted :)