Understand, Understood

I need the sun, to reveal the hidden truths, and show them to untamed eyes.

I need those now seen truths, and take those understood eyes.

These winding roads take me somewhere, the wind as my direction. Destination is unknown, identity is incomprehensible.

I am like a canvas, untouched by human colour.
Yet to be disclosed, my soul is unveiled.

Darkness as my surroundings, my thoughts, my sight. Yet your shadow lingers. Your soul is a complete impact, your eyes reflect my soul.

These roads come to an end, the wind ceases.
Identity is known.
The canvas is now painted, bearing memories to be forgotten.

The mist has lifted, darkness is cleared.
Your eyes, mirror what is to be seen.
Mirror whats inside.