Never Being Blinded Poem by Mathew Lewis

Sunlight behind a curtain reveals more than you think.
It softens harsh window frames
And creates a glow of fabrics,
The colours in the cotton become realized,
And in that realization they become brilliant.
No longer faded they bristle with sharpness.
Miniscule holes in the cloth let the real sun peak through,
Though not to hurt the sight.
It is the closest thing we get to looking into the eyes of heaven
And never being blinded.