close your eyes

what if to see I must close my eyes

and to hear is to listen with my hand against the wind, 

my face against the sun, my skin speaking with the moon...

and to taste is but a memory of all that I have walked and breathed and felt.

my senses have been fooling me because
to live and feel and taste and touch and smell is nothing
but a disguise of that one precious drop that encompasses all, that says

I am your breath, I am your eyes, I am your everlasting soul....