Staring out the window of a blind man's eye
The earth is a vision of violet oceans and magical skies
Surreal to the whispering touch of his hand
His heart cries to be taken to an emerald land
He knows not where this journey will take him as long as it's somewhere lost and forsaken
Perhaps to the edge of a calm crystal river where mountains above are colored purple and silver
Diving into his mystical soul
Asking himself questions no one will ever know
Nobody to sit and listen, nobody to look and see
What lies ahead for this blind man to be
So he sits alone by these wonderous sights
And he thinks for himself that he just might
Close his window and go back to life

Copyright Keli K. Whorley