You do

Not need

Eye sight

To possess

Vision it

Comes from

The heart

And when

You listen

So shall

You hear

The beating

Of passions

And what

It’s meant

To be

And there

Were four

Men each

A Prince

That set

Out upon

A world

To discover

One saw

Art another

Children one

Listened and

One wrote

At last

They returned

As Kings

To share

What they

Learned and

After stories

Were told

What they

Learned most

About all

Those years

Apart was

What they’d

Always known

Just four

Boys that

Shared a

Common heart

And there

On an

Icy rural

Road somewhere

Between

I slid

Headlong into

You and

From that

Moment on

Everything has

Gone quiet

But the

Deep silence

Between us

Once when

I arrived

Things were

Brown and

Now when

I look

Things are

Green what

Has changed

But you

And I

And time