The Land of the Visionary's

With my own eyes
I've watched a young mind "click", and an infant discern,
whether I was a threat...or some caregiver.

But, after it had been decided, that my existence was solidified by it's counterpart;
I,  like smoke fading in the wind....
shall forever be remembered,  as one searching that special gaze, for answers. 

Then, In a child's eyes
I've witnessed the "marvel" of true Magic.
For in their eyes, I am a master sorcerer,

because I have the power of stretching "Time".
'Tis I alone that's capable of conjuring enough Magic,
to disprove, and unravel the brevity of a Moment,

and then string them together like pearls on a string.
Now, an adolescent is a horse of a different color,
for, they believe me to be merely a "punch-line" for their sorded jokes.

because I'm known to have nothing to say.....
and, being my age....I don't have to listen,
but, they already knew THAT !

It is, however...that in an adult's eyes,
eyes beginning to finally Focus, that everything seems to come around;
and my depth-perception can attest to that.

As my eyes Age, so heavy is my propensity to look "down",
for, so hungry are mine eyes to devour you, completely...
that I almost cannot look at you..........while trying to avoid my OWN gaze, in your reflection. !