Blindsight

Orbs of vision, windows to the soul,

Capture hues and forms, a perfect whole.

Yet, in darkness deeper than the night,

The mind may wander, lost in shadowed plight.

For sight alone, a vacant, empty frame,

When thoughts are tangled, reason lost in flame.

A world of beauty, yet the heart unseen,

A vacant canvas where no life has been.

Though eyes may wander, seeking light to find,

The blindest vision is a vacant mind.

For true perception, deeper truths reside,

In realms of thought where wisdom does abide.