22/12/14 – The Visionary

When I look into his eyes, I see a man distant, a thinker, a visionary. True eyes that looked beyond. I swore he could see his future. He watched the morning sun rise, but speak of sadness for what comes at dawn. He spoke of children, without mention of a wife. There was a painful foresight in his eyes, or perhaps, he’s gone blind to the present and those present.