“Tell me” the girl said

“What the sky looks like”

Colors began to rolls off my tongue

But I realized she could not imagine or even fathom colors 

I thought in silence before answering

“The sky”

I began 

“Looks like the noises waves make when they crash on the shore”

“Like the sound people make when they kiss”

“It looks like the ‘I love you’s’ your mother tells you at night”

“Like the tune birds chirp in the morning”

A tear rolled down the girls cheek as she whispered 

“How beautiful”

And I swear, when her glistening eyes gazed up at the sky, it was as if she could see for the first time