Beauty is in the Voice

I’m not blind
I can see
That for those who are blind
There is no ugliness

Beauty is in the voice
The words carefully chosen
Colours are their choice
A matter of perception

Curves can be straight
Lines are the edge
Sightless is their fate
Insight their pledge

Their stick is white
Their touch gentle
I see their plight
They feel my mantle

The world is theirs
To paint as they wish
A palette of airs
To blow with a swish

They move without fear
Blind to danger
Senses acutely aware
Of the vibes of a stranger