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What Did I SeeMorning sunlight sparkled like gold on a robin’s beakSpring snow melting in the gutter was a diamond creekBut when I looked their way, what did I seeCrimson arcs of falling stars across the western hillsWhite carnation in a soup can on my windowsillBut when I looked at them, what did I seeBecause the flow of time becomes the ebb of lifeAnd beauty’s a blessed strand in the web of lifeOur drapes were pulled tight but moonlight still tip-toed inMidnight shadows were soft sheets on my lady’s skinBut when I looked at them, what did I seeBecause the flow of time becomes the ebb of lifeAnd beauty’s a fragile strand in the web of lifeBut I failed to see the beauty in something elseUntil I felt the blindness deep within myselfLonely bluebird hitting my clear windowpane one nightTwo lost blue eyes in my mirror with no hope in sightand when I looked their way, what did I seeSo I kneeled beneath a star that touched my naked eyeKnowing prayer can reach beyond my vision bye and byeAnd when I looked their way, what did I seeO that the flow of time becomes the ebb of lifeAnd beauty’s a blessed strand in the web of lifeBut I failed to see the beauty in something elseUntil I felt the blindness deep within myselfUntil I felt the blindness deep within my selfUntil I felt the blindness deep within myself…©2007 Robert George