Haft To My Cane

I was born blind I know not my front or behind I see none beyond my brows My fantoms only heven knows. Beauty a mere figment to me For love i ponder what it can be. I heard hope is like sunrise in dawn In sheer darkness the light is born But am awaken when the cock crows For rays merely braize my empty brows Foiling endevor to illuminate my sight But the curse i bare an infinite plight. Save your sorrow im blind for good I have a vision too rarely understood Paint my picture by words you say Map my future by the love you pay Yes you can You can be the honest haft to my cane #poyetik