Eyes lie awake till wee hours in the morn
sees colours of dawn become the darker shade of blue
lightens to lovely azure and sweetens to copper brown
slowly to mellow yellow that brightens welcoming the sun
The clouds form patterns and play with the eye,
I,
me,
We,
I see,
shapes I want to see and shapes that see me,
brighter the sun seems to the eye,
sigh! clarity is fading away,
it is darkest before dawn,
and that is the brightest
for you can see in the dark.
The eye lids are still not weary,
of seeing visions,
pass and sail,
to close and open one's eyes,
to be seeing such beautiful sight,
I thank that I blink,
I thank that I can sink- in the palate of colours unimaginable to the
blind man.
And the blind man cries....
