~TLC
Sigs~
Will I ever be able to see again.
All the beauty that surrounds me?
Are my eyes closed shut never to
open again.
Am I blinded only left with the
memory of where I have been?
Have I taken for granted, what
always was.
Did I not enjoy the sun on a warm
summers day.
After the rain seeing a rainbow in
the sky.
The gift of seeing is taken away,
as my other senses sharpen.
I learn to hear what you cannot.
I hear the falling of a leaf before
it touches the ground.
I hear the whisper of butterfly
wings.
I hear your tear drops as they
fall.
My hands are that of a sculpture
and my fingers are my sight.
As I trace the outline of your features
with my finger tips, I see you, and
a picture is formed in my mind.
Of what you look like and your
beautiful smile.
A chair, a table, a lamp, a book.
To you are an object with no
life.
To me they are life as I trace each
thing, being the life around me.
I feel the coldness of a statue, the
warmth of a morning shower.
The things around me do not move
least I move them.
As I have learned to count by
steps there places.
What are there colors, I do not
know.
For in my world the only color
I know is darkness.
The scent of a rose, your perfume,
your hair, cologne.
The smell of baking cookies or bread
as it fills the air.
Delight my senses.
These gifts I cherish so, if I were
to see again, would they go?
For I have learned with seeing,
comes blindness, taking for
granted the things and people
around us we know.
written by: Paula aka Angel Of Love
September 4, 2003
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