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