If the words were written down
They’d crack and peel and flake like ink and paint
Even bibles and Rembrandts seem to fade

For God so loved the world

That he almost said so

Just read my eyes
‘Cause there’s nothing sounding out through here
See the world reflecting back
The way it all could be
Se the little orbiting world inside you
Behind your skin and skull and scares
See yourself in your reflection
The way it all feels and sounds and smells to me
The you you’re meant to be

Lips will lie
Brains will blip
And hearts can hate
These eyes have never failed me once
Read them like an open book
Before they scream and blink out loud
I have the gift of diction, but it’s not yet Christmas time

And don’t you for a moment turn, darling
I’m not done reading you
The songs you sing
The stars dancing
All million zillion trillion of them
Flashing back at me
The me that I should be

You and I are not mutes
We’re just stuck recording
I rewind and play again and again

We see each other loud and clear
Through 20/20 visions
And corrective lens microphones
You get the picture
It’s no mirage
But the clearest ones get blurred with time

So let’s turn
See the sky ripped open
The heavens we’ve seen before
Open wide and taste the rain
As we bloom into our reflections
And grow words and stanzas and sentences
In this unspoken desert paradise

“Good morning, [insert name]. If you hear your name, it’s because that’s all I see.”