born blind

born blind and raised as such

even though

the sound of pale white light assaults our ears

the delicate violets we know to be near

the ice satin touch of a heart that is dear

can direct the man

through hollow doors

and keep him all as one.

although his vision's razor tight

he still cannot behold such light

that overcomes this darkest night

of our very experience.

the day will come

when his eyes will open

and

like a newborn with the sun

his empty thoughts will cease to run

and the blindness will be done

as his sensing knowledge comes to be.