Sight and sound

Every color that I see

Is a memory of a kind

To other days and other vistas

I store now in my mind,

The sun behind my eyelids

Reds and yellows flares of light

Stir up endless radiant sights

I can see the thunder’s flash

Even with my eyes closed tight

And hear the forest breathe

Creaking, sighing, moaning,

moving,
 Closing in.