If I were to look outside and see,
A world so full of rich, verdant green,
My hands would itch for my pen and ink,
Whilst I paint in my mind before I blink.
The space of darkness between each look,
That brief time of terror my mind overtook,
I can't quite explain the measure of fear,
Hands grasp the air, I know not if I'm here.
Hearts are fluttering as gazes meet,
The morning sun and glory I do greet,
The radiant hues of a glimpse of light,
The comforting blue darkness of night.
I could not see a star or moon,
Or look into your face and swoon,
If I had not my eyes, I could not see,
Or paint the beautiful blue-green that is the sea.