I've been told
That eyes green
Such as the glass of the sea
Are alive in me.
Nothing but insight
Do they provide,
As I stare blankly into the great divides.
As the cats that roam the street.
The snow falls
As I feel the snowflakes brush my cheek.
The intricacies of their bodies,
My eyes do not see.
For I am blind
And that is what is flawless about me.