Vividly Yours

What I See

My vision's are not yours my dear, not yours but mine. As mine eyes see and feel and taste the opals from gemmed necklaces of royalty. They have met dragons and vampires in the dead of night in alleys of quaked villages. They have danced with orphans and carried the sick, to meet and greet the peasants and nobility just the same. They see scarred children and fairies with dust, they taste lilacs and ice cream, soar with pigeons and sparrows. I see what I see because these vision's are mine. Not yours but mine. Because my students critique and eagerly await a lesson or two, they live in this school, through corridors of untapped intellect. They watch with eager persistance and hope for more and more to feed upon. These visions are mine to keep, mine to see, mine to feel and taste and love. Oh, the sights I know. All I see when I open my eyes.