My eyesight is beginning to dim
I can only imagine yr face with some elegance
To touch the smooth skin of it with a desire
As the darkness is all I see
But I dream in techincolor
Yr blue eyes are cascading through my mind
Though, they are full of pitiful tears
Don’t weep for me
I’ll get along alright
Just be there where my touch finds it
As yr voice guides me
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A moving poem about drifting into the dark world of blindness all the while adjusting relationship with those who would be left behind in a seeing world. But what is sight really if those gifted with working eyes could not see with the heart or the mind or soul!?