Night was the time for her.
She'd close her eyes and dream
She'd think of a green sky
And blue grass
And purple tainted glass
Her roses were whitewashed
With leaves of red
Her thoughts roaming about
Beyond her bed
Her skies had birds that were pink
And all kinds of chaos was present in her dreams
But listen to this girls story,
She's blind, she's got no sight
And so it's in the night
That this girl dreams in color, for it's her only vision
Her truth is demented, but it's beautiful
Her false reality gives her hope
The color in her dreams is her support, her rope
For its like she seems to Falling except in her dreams
And though in the day,
Her sight fails her, leaving her blind
Her true beauty and happiness
Lies in the thoughts in her mind
She's dreaming in color and thinking in color
Maybe even beyond this world
But to the rest of us she's just a girl
She's just a blind girl
YOU ARE READING
Through poetry, I fly
PoetryPoetry is the door to a new world. A world that lives through the magic of words. Poetry is my way of making the impossible, possible and I'd love to share that with you through this book. Enjoy reading!
