Light

while I'm blinded

I get to see

with eyes without colour

devoid of requite

this might

of only impression

have I ever mentioned

that I'm light-heartedly new

at this sudden adventure

of discovering my sight?

Listen

stranger things have happened
stranger than you and me
spiral thought of isolation
restricted from words
and struggling for life
forcing to be heard, to be set free

but you are only colour
not a face has yet been found
only emotion
curled into an intricate ball of fire
between you to me

and not a single word

only sound

Incite

another glance over your shoulder

come warm your unhealed heart
or does it unteach this broken start?

(you're doing it) over and over

every jump might throw the hurdle

every attempt to climb;
can make you fall, or burn, even further

but over and over (you still try)

o yes

but will you ever learn
(or is it maybe we forget)

there just is no turning back

only these unwritten white-sheet roads
stretching out before us

as sure as kindle

oh yes

look around you

...

somewhere ahead