If I were to become sightless
would I remember all that I have
come to know about you? The way
your eyes light up when we meet
after only having been apart
for brief moments, the way that
stray lock of hair falls across
your brow, the tired smile
that you give me that says
I�m ready anytime, please come
with me and help me fall asleep.
Would I remember the way you look
in the sunlight, in the blessed
gift of a starlit night, the tears
that fall from your eyes at special
moments, and watching you weave
impossible thoughts into a masterpiece
of sight, sound, and color?
Would I know your touch as I know it now?
Copyright �1998 by Jennie Wheeling. All rights reserved.
Published in Poetry the Write Way: Webstatic � First Journey (Sept. 2000)
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