Blind?

 

Danae

 

My children can not see

The blue of the sky.

They do not know

The shade of their own eyes.

They can only imagine

How I look in green,

For these things

They have never seen.

 

My children can not see

The depth of the sea.

They have no clue

How far the other shore may be.

They must rely on others

For their understanding

Of these things

Not theirs for the demanding.

 

No, my children can not see

The blue of the sky

Or the shade of their eyes

But they can see the black

In a heart that lies.

 

No, my children can not see

The depth of the sea

Or the shore on the other side

But they can see the depth

Of a soul.  They see inside.

 

No, my children can not see

And yet, they see more than me.