The hand he placed on her shoulder shimmered with an ethereal light, faint and pale.
She turned, startled. Her eyes widened when she saw him.
“You thought those pills would keep us apart?” He exposed his wrists, revealed the ugly wounds. “Oh, lover, don’t you see? Now we’ve got eternity.”
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“It is a terrible thing to see and have no vision.” –Helen Keller (1880-1968)
Once when my eyes were lost to me
I saw as only the blind can see:
I envisioned a life of roses and thorns
Of song and sermon
Right and wrong
And in my forever darkest night
I saw my world in glorious flight—
And when he with eyes that saw it all
Saw that I flew and did not fall
That in my blindness I was free!
I lived the life that I could not see—
When he with sight remarked my truth
And acknowledged that it was absolute
He saw his life devoid of use
Of love or passion
Or life’s abuse—
Into his corner he so crept
Bowed his head and softly wept.
Copyright 2012 © Elizabeth Michaud John. All rights reserved.