Dawning Creations

The lighting, before blinding,
became a pleasantly gentle gold.
There were paintings lining the wall beside me.
Painted by a blind man,
a blurb under one read.
The New York skyline graced my eyes.
I nearly swooned.

The sounds around me,
before were screeching and blending tragically.
With my mind awoken,
they could truly be heard.
Soft whispers and tinkling bells,
paired themselves with swishing and tapping of
doors opening and closing.
I could hear children’s laughter
and my friend’s talking.

I knew it was time.
Love was saving me once again.
Dozens of arms embraced me
and I was chasing panic.