Strange, how blind we are to the snowflakes of wisdom

That drift from the shadows that cloud our hearts.

One ray of sunshine turns frost into dew, catching eyelashes,

Making all the world a prism.

Flickering radiance within my chest,

You've electrified my skin with your butterfly touch.

I've learned my lesson with half measures and disillusioned eyes.

I am not blind.

Clarity in technicolor visions, my mind is a projector.

Dust collects on the slides of my past,

Making way for the reels of vibrant future.

I am not blind.

Blinking back rainbows, reverie broken.

Eyes wide and waiting.