metaphors

I see the world through lyrics and metaphors,
Similes and analogies swirling
Like so many dust motes
In the sunlight of my mind.
Some- like rare gems
I collect in a secret corner
Counting my treasures like
A miser pores over his gold.
Others I see in vivid pictures
Wishing to rip them from
The screen of my mind.
Somehow this aspect of being
Is worth more to me
Than the things themselves,
This means that has become
My end,
In a twisting of the natural order.
A blessing
That I see the world
Through this lens,
This vision of a million
Different eyes upon a single scene.