Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain -poetry-

I've lost my way
Therefore I wander
Blind to the loss
Of my vision
Deaf to the dark silence
Where my screams are muted
I've become numb
To the warm touch
Of a lover's kiss

When comes the time,
For me to go,
My destination,
I don't know.

I suspect,
The way I cope,
My heart speaks,
Therefore I hope.

There is a promise,
I've been told,
To which I cling,
Tighter than gold.

The end will descend,
As a snow-white dove,
With the gift of peace,
And the gift of love.