By Crystevin
Date: 3 June 1999

Blind Heart

Walking through the darkness
hand in hand
blindly
and with little faith.

Oh! What a view
we cannot see
What treasures
We haven't found
What a fantasy
we strive to play out
you and me.

Ancient places
invite us in
while
lost faces
turn to us for help
but the blind
cannot lead the blind
this time.

Whisper quietly
my heart hears only
the pounding
of desire
yet grows deaf
in the confusion.

Walk gently
or stumble hard
onto the road
with nothing left
to fall back on.