Last night she dreamt she had gone blind,
Dreamt that she'd lossed all ability to see.
But this was not a scary dream,
But one that made her so happy.
In her dream, she was free in soul and mind,
She could leave hurt and anger here,
For not being able to see, scorns all hate,
What if you're screaming is the cause of a tear?
And as her dream moves on,
She moves more gracefully,
moving with nostalgic movements,
Slow, determined, and constantly.
Upon the waking of her dream she cries,
her tear drops running down unchecked,
From hurt and deep green eyes,
Would it not be better, if she'd really gone blind?
But things will get better, she tells herself,
She can see and act as she did in that dream,
She can be free of the walls of sight,
and look passed what everyone seems.
But if perhaps she really does lose her sight,
Someday see black in a world of light,
Even if she can not watch the sunset,
Some day, she whispers, I will still find the right.