A Blind Man's Vision Poem by Scott Ransopher

When his darkness for eternity came,
He drew many tears from his useless eyes.
With his arms extended, groped with shame.
He thought with his vision, so his life dies.
But her sweet scent alone captivates him.
He needs not see her face to know she's near.
Like a trained bloodhound, his nose is the key
To knowing the beauty of her, his dear.
Sight is not all that constructs a true man.
To smell, feel, taste and hear you and your sweet
Words. They do for him what no picture can,
Though he doesn't feign feeling whole and complete.
So there's no chance that he will cry and hide
And miss the joys that to him you provide.