The reminder of life, although those with cannot see,

those without can see the light dancing in their eyes.

To them, they see themselves drowining in pools of honey and dim candle lgiht.

Their eyes shine like and early morning, eyes flickering like golden flakes,

almost drowning in pools of coffee.

The memory of trees and fire, their eyes not always loved by those with,

but those without see them as treasure, for they hold the beauty of warmth.