Dancing In Ecstacy: Smile, Dear

I See The Moon

***This poem was inspired by a movie about a blind girl that I saw. (It was a thriller called The Village, but that's beside the point.) I wrote it about two years ago and decided it needed to be published. It's mostly free verse, but there are some near rhymes, too.    

I feel the mist descending 

As I sit here in the forest.

I may be blind, but I can see

The blackness closing in on me.

I see the greyness of the fog,

I see the yellowish color of the moon.

But you call me blind

Because I can't see you.

I see more than you'll ever see.

I see more than you'll ever know.

The absence of my vision was only an obstacle

That I've already overcome.

I see the works of colorful imagination.

I can almost see the sounds I hear. 

I have already seen the beautiful moon,

But you call me blind

Because I can't see you.

When I feel nothingness, I see it.

When I trace intricate sculptures with my finger

I see the beautiful art.

When I feel the rough bark of an old tall tree

And I pick up one of it's leaves,

It becomes clear as day to me.

When I lift my head to the sky at night,

I see the beautiful shining of the moon.

But you call me blind,

Because I can't see you.

I may not be able to see your smile.

I may not be able to see your face.

I may not be able to see the color of your hair or skin,

But I see everything that's inside of you.

I see your spirit,

I see your kindness.

I see everything you've kept locked away.

I look deep into your soul and I see the reflection of the moon,

But you still call me blind

Because I can't see you.

I know you more than you know yourself.

I've seen more of you than you'll ever know about yourself.

I know all of the deep, dark secrets that you keep.

When you come close, I know it's you.

I will always stand by your side.

Together we will look at the moon,

And someday you'll understand that I'm not blind

Just because I can't see you.