blind optimism

There’s something to this going blind.
Although one doesn’t see so right
light plays a trick and gives a gift
(presumably to compensate for our poor failing sight)
we discover when we gaze at the heavens
and things which illuminate the night.

Such as eyes of a flying jet plane.
When one is compromised in sight
those lights are amazingly bright
they send out rays like a Christmas star
flying through the heights.

If I stare straight at a twinkling star
its smudge turns into two or three
thousand points of searching pinpricks
beaming down at me.

Venus fairly glows and sparkles
much brighter when I don’t use my specs
and Mars looks like a huge red
five pointed asterisk.
With my glasses on they are just tiny
twinkling gems against the black briny.
When I take them off each presents
a huge beaming radiating disc.

And the moon, well what can I say?
When she’s full especially and I look her way
I see a huge glowing golden ball
(and sometimes there are two of them)
blazing across the Milky Way
which itself blends and fuses painted clusters of jewels
in the act of self-dissemination
forming a kaleidoscope of colourful pools
to wend and arch lazily overhead
from horizon to horizon.

So there’s something to this going blind....