Blind Colour

Lilac sprays of water ripple at your feet.

I reach for your hand as you help me cross the street.

A solid mass of blue rushes past us at speed,

A fear beats within as I succumb to your lead.

Being blind is one thing, being sentient is another.

I may not ‘see' as others do but I don't know which I rather.

It is something I cannot help but in loss I found hope.

Movement presents itself in colour and through this I can cope.

Footsteps spray in aromatic colours, while machines are solid and fierce.

A persons being has a ‘tint print'; each able to trans-pierce.

I lean on you to guide me through this physical realm, Earth.

In return I will aid you... a purpose, given through birth.

Human sight is very limiting, despite a world built to please it.

It supports an unfair system reliant on our strongest to submit.

In a way I am lucky, as entities often colour my world.

I can read ones vibrations as their struggles become unfurled.

I know when you are hurting, your ‘orange' gives you away.

I know when you are sleepy; your head and hands are grey.

I know when you are passionate, your chest glows pinkie-red.

I also know when you would rather be at home, studying, instead.

My emotions are justified, if only you could see...

I am saddened I rely on you in order to be ‘free'.

If I had my way I would dance through these hues

Not having to worry about their unforseen ruse.

Instead I find myself needing to dodge such beauty,

Through the forced politics of societies duty.

If you guide me, I can guide you through secrets untold

All you have to do is put on this thick blindfold.

~Lady Taylor~