8:37am, you lean in and ask what i can see in those eyes of yours.

i see everything the world doesn’t show. i see more than the sun that glistens through the emptiness of the clouds before it. more than the symphony the moon and the stars play during the night sky. i can see wildflowers, running free, untamed, living through their colours. i see light so warm, reminding me that you are home, light that illuminates your beautiful name. amongst the warmth, i can see the remains of forgotten trauma, broken pieces of hope that long to be made whole again. i see you. i see us. i see loss. i see confusion. i see why you reside in every heartbeat, every prayer. i can see your solitude patiently sitting above water, waiting to be a part of the sea again. i see your wondering soul desperately searching for tranquility, how it longs for serenity. i can see words unsaid, lingering over your head, wanting to be heard and to be read. your eyes contain endless compassion, i can see whirlwinds of courage for better times ahead. sometimes, i see those cold, january mornings where all you wished was warmth not just for heart but for your soul too. your eyes tell me how you’ve grown so confidently, knowingly, finding your peace again. i can see endless gardens of roses, rising, blooming, they serve as beautiful reminders to why the rain was necessary. you see, your eyes, they make me never want to close mine again in fear that the strength embedded within will soon vanish, in fear that i will never find love like this again. 

                                                ~maysablogs