The Ways in Blindness

it where the blindness falls on me
the whispers, the glows of light
that trickle through the day and on into the night
i believe that a way is a way through
only to see that madness and darkness build and ensue
through the breaking color, through the breaking wave
of love, death, rebirth, the trend of forever beating
on the ends of time, waiting for a reason
to call an end to the line, of such fascination
that yields before us, where the twilight fades
and resurrections bathes us with warmth and solace
i am not here, nor there, in blindness
by the sections of the earth i have yet to see
or feel, between my fingers pulse
i hold on to you, the thoughts, the memories
the weights and pressures, of your skin moving on mine
a belief in such wonder, a reason for the day
just to say your name, just to say, i will
and follow you through these hours, through these moments
where weeks on end to months, no way has my heart gone
and fallen over again, not now, not this time
as the darkness still reaches
i feel her grasp on my heart at night
as i wander through this wonder, as i dance through the day
my heart skipping, leaving trails of memories behind me
just in case i lose my way, i can find my way back home
back to the beginning, in chance of reason
where blindness in my sight lets me see
all these trails left waiving, wandering, both behind, and in front of me