-OF LOVE
Colors
A man is dubbed blind only when his heart becomes a blank vacuum
Not when his pupils do not dilate, nor his retina holds no shade
Though he staggers and falls and in the shadows of darkness he lives
His lids wide shut and his eclipse last a lifetime;
No man is blind if through the eyes of his heart he sees
For he who sees day and he whose night lingers, feels the soft lash of the whips of love
Whose jolt wakes the sleeping eyes of the heart to...;
To an array of tones that compliments the rainbow, to a spark, an explosion of flares, a grand display of fireworks in a fiesta.
To a splash of hues, spontaneous, exciting as graffiti,
a beautiful mess on nature's artistic pallet
Of blue, of red, of white, of violet, of purple, indigo of all the shades of light
A carnival of the colors of each emotion expressed by the heart.
...
Sound
He'd neither dance to percussions, nor sway to the orchestra
A pilgrim whose ears serve the pristine divine
Unsullied by the seductive jazz and blues, preserved from the insanity of pop and rock
Oblivious to the hooting and the clanging and the howl of society and civilization
A man yet pure, deaf to earthly music;
That through the ears of his heart, he hears his lover's call from beyond
For he who lives in the hive and he whose life is a burial procession, must hearken to the undeniable voice of love when it calls
Whose bass quickens the heart to the sound of music;
An opera of Angels by the legions, a capella of white voices, humming as little white hummingbirds in the white heavenly.
A flock of white egrets, a band of singing ferrets fluttering white feathers in the misty white clouds
Alluring as lullabies, a symphony; each note a perfection of the feelings of the heart
...
Love is the language on the world's painted tongue
That the blind ears it and the deaf sees it
©Taiwo Oladele
