I Can Still Dream Poem by James McLain

Dreams existed for me even before blindness,
But to see them, I relied on your sight and kindness.

Born sightless, I'm often asked what I see,
Yet my dreams are full of sound and imagery.

In my sleeping mind, I'm still able to perceive
The world around me, as if I can see.

Colors, sounds, tastes, and touches merge
In my dreams, where all senses converge.

There's one special dream that I cherish and keep,
Of when I met my wife, a memory that's deep.

Though I cannot see her with my eyes,
In my dream, I behold her beauty that never dies.