March Forth into Your Light
Naked is the song of life,
10,000 suns have stroked your skin,
You stand transfixed
before the dawn of life,
bonded together in darkness
but you are no longer unseeing.
Lend me your wisdom
and give me your laughter
as canary light shimmers
in your vivid dreams.
Warm sensations post words
along your moonlit pages -
You do not need vision
to warble enchantment
of your heartbeat,
as you leave whispers
on my skin and
pressed lips on my soul.
Imagined white pinholes
of light appear before you
as negativity marches away
from your parade of shadows.
Breathe deeply the chill of air,
behind a veil hide nothing
but create your own world.
Fill your fingertips with
resplendent colors and
smooth the rough patches.
Feel the soft sands on
your wandering toes,
bridge your heart fully
with your magnificent mind.
Mysteries of love will
expose you to rapture.
Ocean waves of new beginnings
flow in to erase your darkness.
Hoist your sails and steer
your course to freedom
and gentle purity
as you smell the scent
of all life has to offer.
Break free from your
restrictive chains,
envision all life
has to offer –
march forth
into your own light.
(a poem for the visually impaired who see more than we do)
The Blind Seer
I am blind
Darkness my companion
All the time
I may not see
The azure blue
Of sky and sea
But I smell green
In rain soaked grass
Washed summer clean
I may not view
The velvet rose's
Scarlet hue
But I can taste
The purple storm
Feel North blow on my face
I cannot gaze
Into your amber eyes
Through this opaque haze
But I can hear
Your heartbeat
Singing in my ear
Unhindered by temporal sight,
My heart perceives immortal
Beyond this fog of night
The melodies I hear
Paint views I alone can see
Those depths inside of you
Because blind, I am a Seer
Written in honor of the blind and “disabled” who've taught me to see and feel.
Let There Be Light!
I had been to places
Where darkness reigned
But only for a time
Til light exploded
And all the dark dispelled
I'd sojourned in a sun-less universe
Broken, Beleagured, Blind
I waged my war against demons dark
The joy muggers
The veil upon life's glorious art
I have also known the joy of angels
Dispensing peace and calm
To my sightless being
In havens darkness dare not be
I have known brilliance untold
I have known the dark of the moon
How it pales in contrast
To the radiance
Of the stars of my fashion
Though blind, my world so bright
I will not be held captive
By the tentacles of gloom
I break free into the light within
Truly, my senses have flown
Vivid fancy sets me free.
To Your Friend, @tatteredthread:
"May the God of Light reveal that which eyes can't"
-Diploetry.
To See
The color comes in unexpected places,
The light that is heat against closed faces,
A drifting touch that brings your smile,
Trust me when I say that you are not exiled,
Because the blackness that surrounds cannot compare
To each scent and sound whirling with flair,
I would hope that my voice, that rushes to thee,
Paints these emotions in streaks of glee,
Itʼs because of this I think, as your hand holds mine,
Despite the mist and pain of your darkness,
our
souls
intertwine
And a lonely existence, it may seem,
But dammit, I know that to see is to dream,
And that this love for you will never subside,
Just because you see with your heart, and not with your eyes.
Everlasting
It's just darkness all the time,
It's just darkness all the time,
Find a reason or a rhyme,
But no, it's darkness all the time,
Do you remember red?
it coats my nails,
feeling smooth,
but texture pales,
with gaudy color,
covered scales.
It must be strange to see no one but to have everyone see you.
It's just darkness all the time,
It's just darkness all the time,
Find a reason or a rhyme,
But no, it's darkness all the time,
Do you remember light?
it comes with day,
scares the goons,
and thugs away,
but at the end,
heat will stay,
How often do you forget that others inhabit the space around you?
It's just darkness all the time,
It's just darkness all the time,
Find a reason or a rhyme,
But no, it's darkness all the time,
Do you remember line?
it defines the truth,
complex when old,
simple in youth,
and still it seems,
to be uncouth,
It's not fair.
But know that though the dark remains,
Feeling, heat, and truth maintains.
Note from the author: I hope this helps
Feel Me
Color is a waste of an ability;
We humans can't even agree
On blue and black or white and gold
Is it aquamarine, or blueish-green?
Sight, is a waste.
So many creatures use the cool stuff.
Sonar, eco-location, vibrations.
Maybe what we have really isn't good enough.
Why can't you just feel me?
Don't you love the tension in the air
As two lovers approach; their pulse is heard.
Tingles, chills, all down your spine so bare.
Feel me seeing red,
hear me talking a blue streak.
My anger is boiling hot, can you feel it?
Feel the clench of my teeth as I speak.
All of the best feelings you can't even see.
They are metaphysical, so just hold on to me.
Love is best made in the dark anyways.
When the senses, enhanced, set us free.
Exposure and color
will come in tones
by the sensible fingertip
and desire beneath
the sound of the beach
is the same as it looks
the smell of thin air
and the taste of cherries.
Brightness and contrast,
an everlasting cycle of sight,
like embossed sand grain
filtering between the toes.
Day and night,
warm and light,
and the depth of the skies
will come around in sound.
When I'm alone with trees
I close my eyes and hear them whisper.
When I'm alone with flowers
I close my eyes and hear them dancing.
Everytime sadness comes desaturated,
the greyscales build their symphonies
just to hear the reveries and remedies
of a world spinning round,
it's complicated.
ROYGBIV
Red red roses with velvet petals brought to a lover with fiery burning passion
Orange hues are slightly less fiery... the heat is on its way out and crisp leaves crunch under foot
Yellow is so soft, like warm sunshine or a fuzzy chickadee against your cheek
Green is the scent of cut grass
Blue, the scent of ocean, the taste of salt
Indigo like a deep chill, cold as ice
Violet, oh violet... how to describe thee. I suppose there's no better way than to breathe in the scent of the lovely purple flowers by that name. Inhale a handful of blueberries and then taste them. That is violet.
To feel and smell and taste colors is the very best way to experience them!