Listening to the sounds and pretending to see,
Creating images frame by frame,
Completing all the details from memory.
I see clouds of thunder and lightning pouring out the rain.
Awakening to a new day's beginning.
Morning songbirds remind me to get up.
I hear hundreds of them performing.
But some days it's just not enough.
Tombstone silence turns night lonesome black.
I wish for the sound of stars twinkling;
I hope to hear a nocturnal soundtrack,
Because for now hearing is believing.
On nature's breath ride Sounds of Sight
Guiding me where I want to go.
She's in the wind day and night.
With blind sight I follow.
- Doug Van Winkle