What I Can See

I'm staring at nothing-
At least I seem to be.
My eyes are drifting,
But only to where none can see.

I'm praying for something,
Something I cannot be.
Where hope is dazzling…
But only to where none can see.

The dark sky is empty;
Empty… vacuity-
Still I see, I see
But only to where none can see.

The warmth had gone.
Now; breeze is within me.
Weathered, torn-I'd soon abscond;
But only to where none can see.

I had left, yet still I see;
God! There was she;
I plead, make her see-
See, what only I can see.

Jan Rheinold Amoyo
February 24, 2003