Fading vision

As I feel my vision die

as the once bright colors fade

as the details in my mind
blur like underwater shades

uncertainty presides,
I'm not safe nor yet in danger

and the whisper fills my heart
of the ever present stranger

Learning life all over
as I've never lived before

the independent spirit bound
will fly again once more

In the healing soul
I will learn to rise

and the whisper of a stranger
light a fire in my dead eyes.