Battle of the Senses

“To be blind is bad, but worse it is to have eyes and not see.” – Helen Keller

In the midst of solitude, a dream darkles.
Singing and the black stream sparkles.
The territory of secrets swims to avoid
A powerful creation, voice of void,
Desires to descend in the design of dawn
On dusty wings, head-on
The oblivious majestic, mountainous mass
Mounts on self, summits and pass
Through a fervent flash, hearing
Silver trains race with rain, faces fearing-
The tail of thunder, promise and propose.
The frail thorns of a pretty passion rose
Remains sinking under sultry skies,
Storms shower through deep goodbyes-
Thinking in the Master’s mind
Paving the pathway for the blind…