i have blind spots br i sometimes do not see what you see clearly br and i stumble down upon some thorns br and hurt myself br unnecessarily and i look at myself in the mirror br like a curious child wanting to see br who i am and what i am br only to find some wrinkles br in my mind br br i hope you wouldn't mind if i tell you br that you and me have some things in common br blind in some ways and seeing well in others br br i live in an island and there is a rock there br and a red rose that i keep all day br i like you to live with me br for i may have the eyes that see the rising and setting of the sun br and the hands and fingers that feel the warmth and the coldness br of the seasons that whirl around my head br br may i ask you to please bring your heart br for i have long lost mine br it was taken by someone who promised to live with me here br br that bird flew away taking from my lexicon br the word 'forever'br br RIC S.