Who Can See, Who Cannot - A Poem

Who Can See, Who Cannot

Sounds of our sorrow
Which we are no longer able to hear,
Our foolishness
Which we are no longer able to see.

In those,
We are hearing again;
We are seeing again.

Such as the color of the world in their tears,
Such as the color of the tears of the world,
Such as the color of those kinds of love.

Perhaps, such as what we are now together,
Perhaps, that beauty: reflected in your eyes,
Perhaps, that beauty: does not appear in our eyes.

The world sometimes makes us
Have ridiculous nightmares.

Yet there are many things invisible in the world.
Yet there are many things mysterious in the world.

There are just people who can see,
And people who cannot.