BLIND

An ocean's breeze,
The cool mountain air.
Cool rides through the woods on horseback,
Following a bubbling brook.

Such a wonderful feeling of peace
There things must be.
Places she's wanted to go,
Never to be seen by her eyes.

Wading in a stream,
Lying on her back in a patch of clover
Looking up at the cloudy sky.

All these things
She may never be able to do.
The greenness of the grass.
The blueness of the sky
May never be seen with her eyes.

The thing she wants to see the most
Is herself, her true self.