For if I’d never seen would I believe?

Awakening in the light, I saw ripe corn
The silence held us in its gentle peace
A field beside the cottage, lit by dawn

A cat sat  on the small and daisied lawn
No cattle grazed nor any horned beast
Awakening in the light, I saw ripe corn

So my heart began to heal where torn
Expanding into gratitude, released
A field beside the cottage, lit by dawn

Just a week, yet this became our home
Cottages of pink and white eyes teased
Awakening in the light, I saw ripe corn

The new perception hit me like a storm
For if I’d never seen would I believe?
A field beside the cottage, gold at dawn

From perception, insight is conceived
And so imagined sights become our dreams
Awakening in the light, I saw ripe corn
A field beside the cottage,  beauty dawned