Kaleidoscope Eyes

Do you see?

Do you see with your kaleidoscope eyes?

Whispers of colors

Rainbows made of shards

Dancing colors,

Twisting and turning.

Like the glass of great Cathedrals.

The image we share.

Do you see?

Do you see with those glistening eyes?

The robin perched above me.

The roof hanging over us.

The sun cast aglow by the overcast sky.

Do you see?

Do you see through kaleidoscope eyes?

The twisting of red.

The brown flicked away.

The eyes are all tiny.

The bird flies away.

Do you see?

Do you see what with we touch?

My fingers are burning,

The sunlight is churning a new set of rays

That dance over my horizons.

Can you see?

Can you feel the way things break like the kaleidoscope eyes?

My hand,

though it falters.

The things I touch now further.

No closer.

I cannot tell with what I am on.

I cannot see.

I cannot see without kaleidoscope eyes.

I am prisoner here.

Sitting on the windowsill.

I have been trapped here.

My wings are stiff.

My breathing labored.

Dust collects on me where it had been beneath me before.

When I stare out into the open, my hands will touch.

My glass prison,

That keeps the sun just out of reach.

Do you know what happens when I close...

my kaleidoscope eyes?

I do not know either.

I don't remember them closing.

Can you see my body?

Dry and crisp.

Adorning your windowsill,

Like a doll, a display for the whole world to see.

I am sure no one will view me.

I am quite tiny.

But here I will rest.

My four wings will lay.

I was the representation,

Of nature at play.