Losing Sight

As my eyesight dims nature's colors fade in shaded whims books treasured, now unread, may not forge the future ahead. I would give the words away but I know too well today how few of them would find a place where the messages could flow safe; Walden, Leaves of Grass, the Caged Bird, Beloved... and others now considered prohibited, forbidden, anathema, waifs to be rediscovered in the minds and eyes of spewed rhetoric burned, seeking out of ignorance of lessons learned; but history is written and swirls not always in books or in archives of the world, wise men speak and hold sacred truths that will always be heard.