Vision ...

And what I saw was not really who he was …

But I knew then I would always love what I saw.

And then I saw what I did not know was undercover…

I knew then it would never be the same

And so it was that my vision was poor 

and no set of spectacles would help 

until

I looked through the glass into reality

And then I saw …

He was not the person.

I thought I saw.

But it was too late ...

I had already fallen in love with the vision.

© Beachwalkermari 2014