Through the eyes of wonder, passed the eyes of glory, and beyond the eyes of heaven, come my eyes, through which I can see. Through my eyes I see people, the world, and beautiful letters that are written upon a page, a letter, even a computer. Beautiful words and sentences that collide to make the beautiful delight of poetry. Through which, ones eyes can see what you want and wish to see,though through others not what wishes to be seen but what needs to be seen. I use both, of what wants to be seen and what needs to be seen. In which life grants us, a wish, a yearning, for soulful desire or longing pleasure.