~A Wish~

When my eyes dim

When I am unable to read and write

I pray the old writing table

Paper, inkwell, and the quill

Will still consider me their friend

I will sit with them

Sense the sun rise and set

Remember the green leaves 

Turn into magnificent colors

Of gold and red

Feel the breeze change

From warm, to cool, to cold

I will reflect

I gave the best of me to them

Perhaps not perfection

But all that I had

I will release the soul

To my eyes

They will contemplate 

Breaching infinity

To give my mind

The language of interpretation 

To perceive, to understand

To live, be alive again

They will hold the world in color

See dreams within 

Read the words of hope

And thus,the question

Does vision need to see? 

In quiet 

I close my eyes

To embrace the illumination!

Ainon N. writes  from Chicago,

USA.