a friend of mine
asked me what my dream girl would look like.
well, Mel,
what do you think
a blind child sees
when he dreams of a shooting star
scarring the black night’s face like a tear
from the iris of some
gimcrack moon?
the specter of a sunshower
filtered through fog and my raindropped window
and my closed, slumbersome eyes.
Jackson Riley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-too-am-a-blind-dreamer/
