A Sound for Sore Eyes
Here it seems we
Have a single thread
Laid bare for all the
World to see
Fragile faded worn
And frayed
Like some discarded
Pair of old blue jeans
Yes and yet within a
Whisper and a single shout
More coveted than golden
Worm casts
A word was spoken loud
And became a melody
Falling light upon the
Ears of deaf men sweetly
Like a feral choir bursting
From some fragile nimbus
Mouthing sound to
Sacred long lost hymns
Unsynchronized yet
Splendid shy and proud
Twas then the words
I love you could be heard
Through walls and
Windows of cathedrals
Recited from the mouths
Of angels smiling
Such sounds did play
Upon the mind and
Retinas of a blind mans
True imagining
Mid scent of dried
Decayed and drying herbs
There in vague shadows
Senses spun and wheeled
Each drifted down in turn
And wrapped him safe
In colours he could feel
And taste and smell and hear
For it was time
He bade farewell to
A would be goodly
Sightless melancholy man