The gift of not seeing — it hides

beneath a gray sweater and makes

rainbow colors. It paints my eyes

a deeper shade of green. It is a

novice at all things true, and

tells with loyal honesty. It never

masks its feelings behind a sleek

charade.

The gift in glassy blue has

wide, thin strips of gentle beamings.

Its color turns orange to blue to

green, and a thousand different leanings.

The shades of the shadow produce

pure light.