I am one of the many members
Of a dark and lonely world
All that is left are diminished embers
Where the fire of sight once burned
I can’t see the prismatic petals all of a different hue
Scattered in grass glistening with morning dew
And I can’t see the snow falling without a sound
Making a blanket of white on the ground
My vision is consumed by darkness
It is a perpetual blanket of ink
You don’t realise your sight is priceless
Until it becomes indistinct
I can’t see the fairly lights that illuminate the sky
The sequin silver and polar white that forces you to sigh
I can’t see the sunset, an ever changing work of art
Instead I stand in silence reaching for the landscape with my heart
When you gaze into my eyes of shadows
You’ll perceive that I am blind
To see the world your eyes are your windows
Mine are my heart and my mind…
