Blindness

by Shriram Iyengar

He opens his eye to see nothing;

No blue sky, no yellow sun.

His days are black

And nights long.

The world melts away

In white blank eyes

Into a sea of darkness filled with sounds. Faceless sounds

Of unknown origin, resonating in that empty void.

Till sound becomes sight; morphing tones into words

Words into meanings

That swirl around

In the vacant mist of the emptiness

Echoing with absolute silence

And the music of rainbows.

 

(Poem found at http://www.poemhunter.com/ )