Our waking hours,
eyes open,
we fail
to see.
The day
is trivial,
superficial,
and despite its nakedness,
reveals nothing at all.
Tag: blind
A Water Colour View
I take off my glasses,
often,
so I can see.
Detail and clarity,
sharp,
and over-rated.
I want to see colour blur
like water colours,
rough edges and soft tones.
Let the landscape blend,
a mix of hues,
imagination with the minds eye –
now I see inward.
I’m looking farther ahead,
and though I see no object,
all becomes clear,
like walking in the dark,
but with a colourful view.
Love Is Blind?
Love is
blind?
If so,
then cover
my eyes.
If I stumble,
I’ll find my feet,
but never hesitate.
Tell me,
love is blind,
and I will not mind.
I will gladly,
step blindly,
and risk it all.
How is love
blind
when today
I can see
despite the fog?
When I can
see through myself,
a better man as a result?
If love
is blind
show me
how to
turn off the lights.
I’ll find my way
to you
faster than before.
Love
is blind?
Not in my mind.
Lewis Walddren 