What is a color without seeing?
Is it hot and crackling flame?
The anger welling up within
Or the hot blush of shame?
What is a color without sight?
Cool water lapping the shore?
Is it the calm of sleep at night
Or the grief at my core?
What is a color without eyes?
Is it happiness from someone?
Is it the flash of cowardly demise
Or the warmth of the summer sun?
What is a color when you can't see?
The smell and sounds of springtime?
The feeling when one finds money
Or the taste of fresh squeezed lime?
What is a color when blind?
Is it the winter night's deep silence?
The feeling of a depressed mind
Or a licorice candy so intense?
Without sight what is a color?
The quiet chill of fresh fallen snow?
Creative potential of blank paper
Or emptiness inside that continues to grow?
What is a color without seeing?
Is it the taste of pumpkin pie?
The feel of autumn leaves falling
Or the crisp smell of the fall sky?
What is a color without vision?
Is it the smell of the fertile ground?
The taste of chocolate I indulge in
Or a steak's delicious sizzling sound?
What is a color without seeing?
The taste of chalky bubblegums?
How I feel when I can't stop laughing
Or the smell of blooming mums?
What is a color without the eye?
The taste and smell of a plum's skin?
Is it plush velvet against my thigh
Or the sensitive bruise on my shin?
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What a wonderful description. It is possible that you can get answers to these questions from people who have Synesthesia. For instance I see the letters of the alphabet each having a certain color. But within each question you pose, your suggestions as to what vision is like in terms of other senses is simply wonderful.