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I feel as cracked as an old weathered step.

Washed and worn by countless rains.

Pounding feet leaving behind

The dirt and scars of their passing.

Call to me with your words

I will answer with my heart

Though a great distance

Physically keeps up apart

We comfort each the other

With flashes of light

Transmitted and received so fast

As to make distance

Cease to exist.

In days long past

Sweet lovers were so worn

By worry and fear

Their letters and notes

So precious and few

That took so long to

Exchange their news.

So rejoice my love,

For our troth could

Be much worse.

Our modern age has

Given us the chance

To get to know our

Hearts and minds

With words of kind.



Relationships that used to be continued by letters and cards are now thanks to the internet and computers instantly able to transmit a lovers thoughts to the one they miss. While your arms may still be empty, think how much worse it used to be. That's what I was thinking when I wrote this thing.

With pounding heart

And rushing blood

Forcing my feet forward

I push to not look back

Ahead a flash of yellow

Just a streak across the sky

But it is my destination

If I can make it in time

Around me are others

With the same goal in mind

Concentrating only on themselves

Their own paths do they follow

As I must follow mine

So I push just that little bit harder

I want it that little bit more

The finish line in the distance

As close as my own front door.

The Stone



I could say that I love you

It would be a lie

For within me lies a heart

that is cold and unfeeling.

No longer does the hot

rush of emotions move me.

I am like the stone covered

by the deepest of snows

alone and forgotten.

Not waiting for someone

to find or save me.

Content in my lone

and quiet world.

Arms outstretched

Hands gripped tight

Wind blows strong

Hair into flight

Mind feels relaxed

Body feels free

Just the air

A strong bike

The open road

A dream

and me.

For sixteen long years I wandered unknowning

that my world was so narrowed, so limited

then it was discovered and some called it a crime

others called it a fluke and others a gift of mine

But on that day when my eyes finally did see

oh my dear what a world was introduced to me



I saw colors and shapes and light and dark

I saw people and places and leaves and bark

This no doubt sounds weird but in truth it's not

I had no ideal that others saw more than I

That things looked differently from what I saw

To explain so simple but my life it changed



Sixteen years I was on this earth,

I was enrolled in school, had friends, went to church seemed to have worth

But a secret I harbored though I wasn't aware

My vision was a joke compared to what it should have been



In high school I was before a teacher took note

and contacted my parents to suggest an exam

The doctor shook his head and asked how it could be that I'd passed all those exams at school year after year and no one ever knew.

My father figured it out because the gift came from him, memorization was the key and I had listened to others in line ahead of me reel off the letters on their little charts and stood there and repeated what I had heard and passed without note.



So at sixteen years I discovered amazing things trees have different colors and didn't look like they do in coloring books. The sky isn't just tone on tone but dozens of shades together.

Green is more than one shade and so is grass.

Can you imagine the horror I felt at what I'd done? All those years wasted, all those sights lost. My own fault, no ones but mine but oh how I wish I could have turned back time.





*This is a true story but as you can tell I still have much work to do on it*