Blind is the deepest love, where sight gives way to insight <br />And the wonder of her face is of no consequence <br /> <br />I summon my powers of composition, unswayed by her attraction <br />My skills of translation in the service of emotions <br /> <br />Language is my guide within her storybook of life <br />I hear her songs in lines made up more seductively than eyes <br /> <br />Dancing their descent and rise. And if I never see her face <br />I could find myself in her embrace <br />When I reach out with my heart to hold her close. <br /> <br /> <br />In the quiet of a small abode, large in its comforts <br />And in profile against a sky of endless dark <br /> <br />I dipped my small hands in the pristine pool <br />Of silence deep, finding a touch that made reply <br /> <br />As her hands met and conversed with mine <br />She spoke a tongue new to my life. <br /> <br />Insisting that I didn't mind, that the absence <br />Of her face before my eyes <br />Was beautiful beyond the beauty I was sure to find. <br /> <br /> <br />Renunciations made, you journeyed to construct <br />Your gates set on the freedom of deserted hills <br /> <br />Far from the cities which stand remote <br />Where stars and souls are never visible. <br /> <br />So at this evening hour, late in life as I am <br />My gaze declining as I gather your insight <br /> <br />I still conceive in dreams how we let our veils fall <br />At the wedding of our hearts, where finally <br />Your eyes meet mine as if the brightest stars.<br /><br />Frank Bana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blind-is-the-deepest-love/
