NaPoWriMo #4: Sight

On the sight of the peacock
green blue purple fluffy feathers
reminded the old man
of a time
he could see more clearly

To see is such a gift
more challenging
since not all seeing
requires eyes
as much as it does
a soul

At times, his thoughts produced
frightening episodes
that could not be seen
only felt

Unknown is his future
Unseen also
Unaware of what paths
he could take
or where he'll want to go

What he has seen
with his quiet eyes
unspoken
from dust
that echoes
refrains
left behind
in his memory

Gentle as peacock feathers
floating in the wind
he reminds himself

Hush, hush
be quiet
ever still
intently looking
all around
discovering peace
with his eyes

For what he sees
in the peacock feathers
his mind recalls
a time he could see
more clearly

Or so he felt nostalgic
from his perception
produced by his sight
on this particular day
held within a peacock eye

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*photo by Daniel Fluck found at: http://www.colblindor.com/2007/06/13/colorful-peacock/ and here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/57065621@N00/1917355413/