In Sight

His eyes betrayed him for see they could not

the fierce beauty of Sol that mellows at night;

See - the green grass, ocean blue cannot be taught

with the words of the world if you have not sight.

So I told the man to take my eyes instead,

for in a world fully color’d, he had yet to see;

But then in reply, “I willn’t trade my vision,

for can’t you see, that he with his sight is more blind than me.”      

A man blind can’t know the light from the dark,

but his heart can know colors: red, green, and blue;

It need not be bright in the eyes of the heart,

for its paint is in passion, hope, sorrow that’s true.

My eyes are not broken, I’m blinded by light,

yet he lives in darkness, forever Insight.