How Do the Blind Discern What Their Dreaming
Before I was blind there were dreams.
But seeing my dreams
before I could see, depended
on how much you could really see.
Blind before birth,
and what you have asked of me.
Having my, our, hearing dreams-
your perception
is sound, sound that is seen,
left more unsaid about me.
I still see to see in my dreams
as one,
where I'm still left alive.
What they must contain,
the colors within.
And sound, I can feel love's taste
and touch.
To remember one dream,
that one special dream, I still dream.
Thus when awake I can see her best
when my wife I then first met.
And how in my dreams, she will forever look to me.
Copyright © James Mclain | Year Posted 2022
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