July 2019

Dawn, the naturally brilliant masterpiece.
radiantly split as if by a prism, handing darkness it's disregards
and forming a mosaic of light, that is soon to decease.
The dawn then fades into the sun, the next of three cards.

Day comes along with unsurpassed brightness,
bringing a warm light to the otherwise cold Earth.
a soft blue sky floats with a particular politeness,
and the water reflects its color with a taunting mirth.

Dusk follows in wake, the harbinger of darkness.
It shows us yet another vivid, spectral mosaic
whilst darkening the sky with abrupt impoliteness.
A multitude of watercolor stars appear, all rather archaic.

It is thought that all appreciate art of this kind.
However, I won't appreciate these occurrences.
I am neither blind to color or completely blind.
I am blind to their meaning, they contain no reassurances.

I could never appreciate what I can't see or feel,
to me, the colors I've described aren't real.
Those are what others think, I wish I could see...
But I am blinded and will never be free