Blind Man's Touch

As my senses are heightened
So does my sorrow
What kind of man
Hides from tomorrow

Living today
Like it will never end
Wasting time
Finding how far the mind will bend

Lost in a circle
Of a never ending rhyme
Hoping all things change
Given enough time

Questions abound
In a never ending stream
Ignored while awake
Only answered in a dream

Where I open my eyes
And throw down my crutch
To find that I'm blessed
With a blind man's touch

The darkness comforts
I'm relaxed to the core
I flex my knuckles
And begin to soar

As my fingers dance
Along the curve of your face
I recognize your smile
And my thumbs gives chase

Absorbing all features
Through all ten tips
I pause for a moment
And ponder your lips

Slowly I soak in
All of that pressed line
Freezing that image
And that moment in time

So much power
In my blind hand's sight
But it is powerless
To turn day into night

Because in the morning
That image will be gone
For my hands go blind
With the break of the dawn.