To be blind <br />And yet to dream… <br />At first glance a contradiction <br />It would seem to be <br /> <br />A wondrous relief <br />From unending dark… <br />At least to the sighted <br />It would seem to be <br /> <br />But alas…the blind <br />Dream only of darkness <br />And know not of light <br /> It would seem to be <br /> <br />Their dreams consist <br />Of sounds and sensations <br />Feelings, emotions, <br />Yet completely light-free <br /> <br />The dreams of the blind <br />Unlike yours and mind <br />Are without colour, or depth <br />Without height or breadth <br /> <br />Yet they dream <br />…Beautiful dreams… <br />Of imagined flowers, <br />of Fairyland towers <br /> <br />Of the scent and the feel <br />Of the wind and the rain <br />Of the hot feel of lust… <br />And the cool onset of dusk <br /> <br />Yet they do indeed dream <br />And are happy it seems <br />In an imaginative land <br />…Of blind dreams… <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />{footnote} <br />People who are blind from birth usually dream in the sense of this poem, while people who <br />Suffer blindness early in life dream as we do (colours and all) , but the faces, places and things in <br />Their dreams are forever fixed in time. Things never change and faces never age, so their loved ones <br />Stay young forever! (unfortunately, so do their not-so-loved ones)<br /><br />David Whalen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-be-blind-yet-dream/
