Through Your Eyes

Precious people
Live in my heart —
Some gone, some still here —
But all, they live there just the same

For years — decades — they have lived there
Some live also around me
Some don’t

Everyone — everything — goes to sleep
When the shutters fall
I sleep too, each night

In the morning — all awaken —
With me, with the world
Seeing life — through my heart

I wonder —
Am I, too, a precious person
Living, in another’s heart

And see the world
Through their heart —
As they see it, through mine

What would I say —
To that me — to that person —
If I met them on the road —

Only this

Thank you —
For letting me see
Through your eyes, your heart