Look Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

I stare at clouds
And I see clouds;
Badly packed rain
That are only useful
When they're not there.
I gaze at embers
Or crackling cosy logs,
And I see a fire.
Oil and water by the kerb
Is spillage, not a rainbow,
Tree trunks don't have faces,
A squinted street-light never a star.
But then I look at you.
I look at you and it's
Chocolate, treasure, honey, sweet soft wine, faces,
Rainbows, jasmine, lights, stars and worlds,
Right between the eyes.