I dreamt I sat upon a beach
That other people cannot reach.
A blind man came to sit with me.
I lent my sight so he could see.
To him all nature held sway;
He lent me hearing for a day.
As other people came along
Life soon became a song.
Now he knew day from night
And I - Conviviality.
There in the sunlight
In such good company.
Too soon our friends were gone.
And we knew, this, was the end
Of our joy. He said goodbye and left.
He had gone blind and I, deaf.
Now in solitude, I sit, silently.
But I am not deaf.
Oh no, with this open book
And my inner voice, I am hearing
poetry.
Denis Wooley
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