Sightless Fear
I know it's possible for sleep so deep
And concious--with no dreams but darkness 'ere--
To catch the eyes of dreamers fearful, for
It's shadows wrought their brand of sightless fear.
The musings of a dreamer price their weight
In gold. And dreamers seem a species dear.
But, torn from truth (to them), becomes them dread
As ears for supernature fail to hear.
The constant fear of blindness is the price
Of sight. Almost a foresight one must bear,
Its claws will shred the small potential that
The sighted have to use their skill as seers.
Those gifted with their sight see it as all--
All that can separate them from the world--
And all that makes the people real they see
Or hope to be. So nothing scares them more
Than Sightless Fear.