Blind Love by Silje

If I were blind
I would not see his beauty or his smile
His movements or his gentle hands
The sparkle in his eyes

If I were blind
I would not see the green leaves of the trees
The ocean or the sunset’s glow
The starlight of the night

But I would feel
His beauty soft against my fingertips
The steady beating of his heart
Surrounded by his love

And I would see
The light he saw and feel it on my face
He’d take my hand and lead me through
The darkest night with grace.

(My response to “Cathedral,” by Raymond Carver –and inspired by the narrator’s attitude towards blind people and their right/ability to love.)