WHAT I GAIN

What thought, breeds
An eye of obscurity
It is, and it is not

A chauvinist, self
Jumble words upon words
It is, and is stale

What leaves, counts
A pasture green
It is, and is all autumn

What life, tides
An ocean waves
It is, a moon above

What ears, feel
A closed eyes
It is, and is reality

What I, gain
Closer to you
It is, a distance apart