The colors fly in his eyes
Colors that I cannot see,
But he tells me they are there
That each one is right in front of him

I reach out to him
Taking his hand in mine
What brought him to this?
This place so dangerous and low.

His glazed eyes find mine
And we hold for a moment
A smile illuminates his face
All I can do is smile back

This walk in the woods
Was meant to be sweet,
But now I sit here beside him
Holding a cloth to his head.

He brings up a little mushroom
And stares at it in wonder,
How could such a little plant
Hold so much destructive power?

He didn't even see it
The rocky drop that took him down,
Fractals blinded his vision
And I was left to watch in horror.