Through Other Eyes Poem by Richard Adams

I was imagining you, after a long and tiring flight,
In that warm, unfamiliar, African air, heavy with rain.
Those wide, ancient, horizons;
The sense of something completely different,
Opening new perspectives.

Some people are landscapes in our lives,
Bringing insight, helping us to be ourselves.
They understand that twilight zone in our hearts,
Opaque to us, in the shadow of our consciousness.
Others can see us more clearly than we see ourselves.

In trust, this is where true friendship is born,
Where another treasure of the world is revealed.