WHAT CAN A BLIND MAN SEE


     From the sound of anger, a pictured face from a mind,


   A clap of thunder, faces of darkness, a storm on the rise.


     The touch of a woman, from her fingertips to his face,


       Love can be seen from a man with a heart of dreams'.


    A place with no light, what might a man see with no sight,


       Only that which he feels', always that which Is real.


         What can a blind man see, he sees what Is missing,


   Blinded from the eyes of of the ones' whom miss what they see.


                                                                 Keith Garrett