Candles For The Blind Poem by Allegro Leon K.

Contempt in my poverty,
All doors are open wide,
The world itself, an abyss,
Pulling me deeper inside.
My tears break,
In the anguish of understanding,
As we wander deaf,
Under the Songs of the Lyre,
Hoping for sudden awakening.
In the midst of our darkest nights,
Beneath the pale glow
Of the waning crescent moon,
Where the sun itself waits for us,
To bring, without delay
An irrefutable shimmer of faith.
His patience, an ocean,
His hands, bridges to salvation,
Under the silent trumpets,
We are called through a thousand voices,
For that one truth, we' ve forgotten,
In our quest to find
Our simplicity, once more.