They say blind people can still dream pictures
As their eyes close, their eyes open to the world
My eyes kept you close when they shut
Holding you as tightly as you held me
But I wonder if we are seeing different dreams
Do you ever see my colours in your sleep?
Answers cower in dark corners
Along with my courage
My words speak of dreams and colours
But I live in plain black and white
Confining my happiness to an area the size
Of a tea cup
Swirling, rainbow dreams swallowed and forgotten