Blind Vision

She speaks with words she cannot see

She is different from others yet carefree

Whenever she has a conversation

She hears every pause, every hesitation

She listens without watching you

She enjoys life without enjoying the view

She lacks vision yet she is a visionary

She lacks sight yet she is literary

With her fingers she reads book after book

Flipping the pages without a single look

A visual memory she does not possess

But she reminisces nonetheless

We cannot understand what she sees in her mind

So in her eyes it is us who are blind