An eye for enchantments, that’s what you have,
An eye that can see all the colors and sounds
And whispering scents of a cool autumn breeze,
Or flowering calls of the loons on the lake
While floating amid the embrace of the mist
That covers the land with its gentle caress.
These things and more remind me of you
For you were the one who reminded me
To see.

An eye for the beauties, that’s what you have,
An eye for the smells of the fog in the morn,
The sounds of the silently travelling snow
Which wanders to earth as it peacefully sings,
Or babbling brooks with their tales to tell
From faraway lands in the mountain cascades.
These things and more remind me of you
For you were the one who reminded me
To see.

An eye for the spirit of things as they are,
In pages of books which sit on the shelves
Or open to view with the secrets of souls
Explored to their depths as if heaven above
Were agent in scrying their glorious traits
And penning the words to describe them in prose.
These things and more remind me of you
For you were the one who reminded me
To see.

An eye for enchantment, an eye for the light,
An eye for the beauty and spirit of life,
An eye for an eye, that’s what you have,
An eye that can lead to the magic you see
The eye that had often drifted away
And focused on self before searching for right;
That is the reason I write this to you
For you were the one who reminded me
To see.

And how I now see!