Vision Is Blind
Hue of blue scattered the sky,
the same sky you're watching
Face turned toward the sun,
reflecting the speckled hues of your eyes.
Music can silently be heard
travelling the splintered sky
and tickling the moon.
Vision is blind.
Purple line with green intersections
on a yellow background,
coated atop white blobs of emptiness.
But isn't black the color of sadness?
Copyright © R C | Year Posted 2007
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