The Blind Dreamer

Upon the closure of these eyes That may not witness color's span, Seraphic realms of luster rise Ambiguous to eye of man. I must allow this feeble mind To self-perpetuate it's worth. Impossible it is, to blind The eyes of persevering earth. You sea, the luxury denied Is that of beauty now arcane. But in myself do I confide, For I will surely see again. And in my dreams the river streams Are flowing in the wrong direction. As I approach its liquid beams, The image formed is my reflection. And whilst I dream about the skies, A voice from distant planes would plea. Upon disclosure of these eyes, It fades away... I cannot see.