There happened to be a time,
when my sightless eyelet conversed
the content of my explicit soul.
So groping I was then, in means the ravage
of lightning was judged as
a light of comfort, mild as my eyes.
I dreamt then, of the deterrent sky,
as like hope from heaven, percolate.
And dreamt of earth, stagnant recess
for a billion questioned worries.
Tender so as meadows, I dreamt of love;
angelic she smelled of roses and vision.
There happened to be a day, a swift
sound of authority offered the luxury of vision,
bartered for the retains of my dreams,
And my cognizance agreed.
I saw sky, breathing blue demon,
with beard of white enclosing
the globe, and of which serenity withholds.
I saw earth, bizarre desert land blooming
A charred cactus in for mirage.
So did I saw a thousand loves,
each savoring the comfort behind
the selfish reflection in love’s eyes;
Love smelled of pain and scars.
I got sight, but my dreams wilted,
For now and forever.