~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.