I don’t see the colors they describe,

But I feel the shape of every sky.

You call it silence…

I call it sound.

I don’t need the light to find my way,

I trace the edges of the day.

Through every voice,

Through every sigh,

I see the truth behind your eyes.

They look for beauty in the face,

But I have learned to see with grace.

Where others pass, I pause and feel

What’s hidden deep, what’s truly real.

I see where your soul begins to bend,

Where the mask is thin, and you pretend.

But in the dark,

You shine for me—

In ways the world will never see.

I see through the dark,

Past the broken parts.

I don’t need my eyes

To know where you are.

I see with my hands,

With my heart, with the scars.

No light, no color—

Still, I see stars.

You walk through life with open eyes,

But miss the quiet, subtle cries.

You chase the sun,

But can’t feel the heat

Of the shadows whispering at your feet.

I don’t see reflections on the glass,

But I hear the memories that pass.

And in your voice,

I taste the rain—

I see the beauty in your pain.

I know the places you don’t show,

The fears you hide but never let go.

Where light can’t reach,

I’ll find the way—

I see in colors made of gray.

I see through the dark,

Past the edges, past the spark.

No mirror, no map—

But I feel where you are.

I see with the soul,

With the wounds, with the art.

No need for sight

To read your heart.

I’m not blind… I’m just aware

Of what exists beyond the glare.

I don’t need vision

To truly see

The depth inside

Of you… and me.

I see through the dark,

Through the silence, through the marks.

I see through the walls

You built so hard.

I see with the light

That lives in the scars.

No need for eyes—

I see who you are.

…No need for eyes…

To see

Your heart.