I Look At You

I look at you, and I see

Pain. I see struggles beyond my reckoning.

I see a broken silhouette on the verge

Of despair. I see an opaque spirit praying

That light would be tangible, that the

Atmosphere would be more of a burden,

That reality could be a little more real.

I see a form begging for a soul,

A soul begging for redemption.

I look at you, and I hear

Helplessness in a cracking voice

As the edge gives way to the air,

As a stumble reaches the point of no return.

I see a free-fall with no destination, I see

Rage release, frustrations fizzle, sadness dissipate.

I see freedom from death, freedom from life.

I see the future, I see the past, the present;

I see you, I see me, her, him; I see

Miracles, with miraculous explanations;

I see expectations match reality.

I look at you, and I see

More beauty than I have ever seen before.