You

Don't show me the horizon
In all it's blue.
And splendor...
Or the crystal glow
beneath the sun .

Don't lead me to a meadow
dressed in flowers...
dancing...
flowing..
radiant in it's hue.
Don't bring me to a river
crystal as dew ...
cool..
and touching...
pretty in it's clothes ...
reflecting every raindrop...
as it falls.
For all these
The eyes can see ...
I refuse
to use my eyes.
I choose to have
What my heart beholds ...
Because, sweetheart
I would rather
Look ...
...at You.