Grass

Grass

May I just,

Once -

Watch with your eyes

Blades of grass trickling through fingers,

Little diamond stars in a perfect rain;

I guess -

Colors on a spectrum I cannot imagine;

I confess my want of a taste of the vision,

So close to heaven.

A gift of sight bought at a heavy price

For sure.

And yet,

I'd love to possess

The secret knowledge sweet -
Just a peak,

Please?

I want to know what God sees.

~Darkling Plain, Aug. 24, 2006