Sitting in darkness all her life,
Counting knots with airy ties,
Watching no-colors on voice borrowed lives,
Touching to see through your eyes.
Caressed contours with pointy tops,
Small bright hope-flowers of beauty,
Never known meaning of shades in so bright,
Still the dearest item to be.
Wandering alone in crowds of empty,
directionlessness of living life,
ever so bright and unassuming,
seeing nothing yet not dark.
Lost can never be
Fallen from destiny
Leap that no bridge can forget.
So much no one can see
Hopelessness in the sea
Never looking eyes never wept.
Light underwater in flowery dress,
Glowing dearest in halo light,
Saved by protecting hands, upbringing eyes,
Cleansed, erupting, opening to sight
