...See The Blinde Man (for Kneya)

...where the gravestones line and face the dawn
...as the mystes they rise and the face felle forlorn
...the flowers of true hope wilt and wain
...the lungs of the newborn fill out this stille aire

...who takes my place when the summer it has passed
...to leave this mortal coil but not be seconde to laste
...when time it has run and breathe it now to cease
...my body repossessed and souls passed to the ether-bailiff

...beauty walks by and in the blink of the blind mans eye
...soaks like rain into a marketplace full of colour as life
...where doth she tred now the crowdes they are homed
...but the blinde man for alle time he saw where e'er she hath roamed

...where doth she tred blinde man, where shalle she now be?
...can thee foretell her midst e'en though ye cannot see?
...and when the seas they recede from those shores of thine meek
...then she of the beauty, it is then all ye her shalle seek

...she dances, she twyrls, she giveth you her verrye voice
...no decisions they to be broken, no honour, no choice
...dig well your harvest for lifes wynters be longe
...she has endured many a drye year and become e'er strong

...but beauty itselfe is weakness and the eyes falle heavy to shut
...then, and only then unseer, shalle ye then succomb
...like the forest to fyre and sky full of clear lighte
...she is the brightest of star, but onlye in your darqueste of nighte

...how coulde you know what the scrolls they naughte foretelle?
...even though the kings men they did thenst falle
...when this verrye air filles with wordes and not sighte
...then it is my friende that you will see through your own unsighte

...what gift this foresight to see without the eye
...how did thee acclaim such beauty the crowde did exort to crye
...this beauty of perception with no lighte hath doth it seen
...how then this to be they did ask

...the blinde man spoke only in silence