Sometimes we
can’t see for looking

Always
over analyzing
the things our eyes have seen

Storing distorted visuals
in our
mind’s eye
for future reference

sometimes for leverage

But this time
I simply ask
that you

turn your lights down low…

Perhaps in a dimmer setting
my flaws won’t
stand out as much

Maybe
then
you won’t shy away
from my touch
when I advance towards you
hoping to make amends
for the wrongs
not you

not
I

but we
did

Part of me’s hoping
this change of
lighting
might give you
better insight to what’s
in my head
and
in my heart

Maybe then -
when negativity is hidden
amidst the shadows -
our love
can finally blossom
and grow

apart
from the scrutiny

apart from the flawed perceptions
of you and me

Too much sunlight
brings devastation to the most
beautiful of roses

and we are but two seeds
strewn out amongst
weeds
trying to see
God’s work in this thing

Deciphering what role it is he’s playing
when things aren’t going
as good as they
should be

But God works in miracles

In signs
and subliminals

In closed doors
and cracked windows…

So, tonight
let’s cut those lights down low..