The Sun Goes Down
21.02.2010
(c) 2010 by Heidrun Beer
the sun goes down, up comes the night
in growing dark we leave the lamps behind
as we converse about how blind people see
eyes closed, only with hands I look at you,
you look at me
and out of our hands, as they are wandering
through our worlds, there seeps the mildest glow
blissfully dissolving all deceits and lies
that forms an inner view of all we need to know
you about me, I about you.
oh all the blind, so many more of them with
seeing eyes! imagine all the things about
each other they could see, if they used touch,
even without the hands, and if, like between
you and me, their most delicate caresses
were not done by flesh but their own light.