Struck Blind
Pardon me, I beg a word, you can see I am impaired. If you for me a favor give, a fair reward I have prepared. Take your eyes and give a witness, some vibrant sight vicarious; of that place in which you live with all its beauties various. In your own words describe your self, dilate upon your world: paint me the fire within thine eyes and sunset sky unfurled. [Speak of that horizon far and dewdrop near at hand, to any land you so please, anywhere your imagination spanned. Gaze upon your heart, if possible, here my ears are keenly intent; no better beauteous spectacle could start my imperceptible ascent.] Please, what do you see, without you there's nothing there... [the world would all be dark.] Come, Love, to this respond; to this the blind man's prayer.
End Dredgery
Taking a turn for the romantic, are we? I remember throwing this one together rather quickly... but It was a swift success in my book. Just aded a couple lines cuz I felt it need some fleshing out and wasn't getting across the right message (The lover is referring to their love as their only sight/light, without whom the lover considers himself blind in a dark and featureless world)... maybe I was wrong? Jury's still out.
...I just realized I hate giving away my own interpretation without anyone asking for it... my piece or not. Bah, no big deal.
This is me, wiping the slate clean.
~Ben
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