light
the illumination of your affection
always surrounds me
as a formless, invisible spectrum
taking shape in my lungs
as I breathe in your atmosphere
it blinds me with the hope
that the light of your love
will be the final glimpse
my eyes admire
before darkness shrouds my life
Isabelle heard cries
of terrorism & wars.
It so frightened this
little girl. She felt the
hate & envy circulate
like an awful venom
through this world.
Sightless Isabelle lives
a happy life where love
& hope will always rise.
The child feels blessed
she never witnessed
hatred with her eyes
My wife Allie found this in Google Images.
The Lonely Author 