To The Blind They Are Dreaming Poem by James McLain

Before I was blind there were dreams.
But seeing my dreams
before I could see, depended
on how much you could really see.

Blind before birth,
and what you have asked of me.
Having my, our, hearing dreams-
your perception
is sound, sound that is seen;
left more unsaid about me.

I still see to see in my dreams
as one
where I'm still alive.

What they must contain,
the colors within.
and sound, I can feel: taste
and touch.


To remember one dream
that one special dream, I still dream
when awake I can see,
when my wife I first met
and how she will look forever.