2. Looking For What Tomorrow May Bring

Seeing in Color

I see in color, though I'm still blind.

I feel in motion, the world bares still.

I wake to the crack of joints, still, faltering,

In search of yesterday I find a whole.

Tomorrow I will wake to a brightness not foregoing,

Pervaded by the essence of it all.

Growing, flowing farther, closer, to something I can grasp.

In search of water blue I will find life.

Today glows a silver hue of happiness I never asked to find,

but instead found anyways in the bright lights,

wavelengths I hope to see someday.

In search of tomorrow I find solace in work and my arts glowing a warm pink grey.

I may not see far, and eyes may feign weak.

I may not see every color, and still see.

I may feel the tide of the passing day, and not know tomorrow.

I may wake to the cracking down of life, and still feel hope.

In my searches for a better way of knowing to strive to live,

In my world of colors all the same.

I praise you friends I know well,

I pray you gods of my hearth,

And I find you in my eyes, the more I tend

to feel I am seeing in color what I could not feel in motion,

And see in yesterday's frailty.

I burn.

I quake.

I sunder.

But now moved by the chill.

Hear the autumn bird sing.

Hear her, watch her, she is making peace now.