The Sight

I see the winter moon and the starry night.

I see a woman, smiling at her child's innocent questions.

I see lovers on a long yet finite path,

embracing the young love in the winter breeze.

I see light from a lamp at the corner of the street,

a man holding a photo of her lost wife under it.

I see a shopkeeper, waiting for customers in the shivering eve.

I see a labour family, parents feeding the new ones.

I see my barren arms, once warm with love.

I see it all, and yet

I see nothing.