I wish that your eyes could see the beauty of the sun caressing the Western mountains.
The way she gracefully glides her fingertips over their rough edges and through their smooth crevices.
Shadows created to tease the eyes of those daring to stare.
I wish that you could feel my breath as I exhale a sigh of pleasure from watching the sun rise,
Creeping over the mountain tops, and slowly undressing the valley as she wakes.
I wish that you could see my grin when I look up at the stars, on a clear desert night.
Nowhere near perfect, a crooked smile,
And only one dimple.
But the imperfection that rests in my expression is worth the mind's pleasure.
And lastly,
I wish that you could see through my eyes, feel through my soul...
Only then, could you ever truly know the feeling of euphoria the small things gift me.
