Sky Blue Poem by Ciano Leal

If you were made to describe the color of the sky to a blind man,
how would you begin? Would you struggle for words, your first cry being, ' I can't!
How would you describe the color blue, or a black night sky, or a shining star, to a man who is blind.
How would you and I relate that which we picture in our mind
The sight of a rose collaged in early morning dew.
How beautiful the sky is, the color blue
I have always wondered what I would say.
In layman verbose sans thespian mode, ' Let me begin this way. I'd start by having him feel my heart beat, and I would say to him this is life.
I'd let loose a white cloud of geese, we'd listen to their honking as they take flight.
I'd place fresh snow upon his eyes, and I would say to him, this is ice.
I'd grate hot embers from the fire, and place them close to the blind man's hand, and say this is hot like fire
My dear man, in simple gestures I describe to you each sense, first of feeling, my heartbeat against your hand, secondly a sense of sound, a gaggle of geese north bound.
Only God could describe to you the color blue, and one day he'll grant your wish, you'll see the color of the sky, is blue.