looking at you i cannot see,
from within the darnkness i am to be

where there was light i will not know,
for its something my eyes cannot show.

although life has truly given me,
so many wonderful opportunities

i am to experience this one too
and i am saddened i cannot see you

not from illness, nor from pain
but a blindness that will remain

until a time when new eyes arrive
into the world my percepton will again arrive.

my eyes open into the day,
but they are shrouded in a new way

by the shades of darkness and mind
i hope these days will surely rewind.

clouds look different althugh they are unchanged,
the trees are darker although they have rearranged

the people i see them in a whole new light
sometimes this gives me such a fright.

soon the saddness will all come to an end,
and my eyes i will gain depend

to show me things in vivid color
to show me the world like no other

when the glass comes again what may,
so i can see again just like before some day.