He didn’t know his was an altered existence –
Unaware that others missed the colours he felt,
His eyes conjured visions with remarkable patience.
In his other-world, where golden imagining dwelt,
Sunshine bred leaves, and reflecting waters shone
With an insistence born of cold necessity.
In his tightly woven shell, his soul withdrawn,
Only his eyes connected to this world only he could see.
To him, it pulsed with light, it breathed in hues
Like fairy dust; creatures of bedtime tales
Haunted its vistas wrapped in heavenly dews,
Visions and sights against which the real world pales…