eyes closed, but never blind,
                       a silent mouth not muted,
                         a touch to feel a seamless creation . . .
                    in a journey on hold but never forsaken,
                       the barriers of a life eroded
                          one grain and pebble at a time--
                     offering glimpses of tomorrows
                        once unimagined splendours . . .
                    a cool, unhurried rush of wind
                      offers the fresh scent of an entire world,
                        switching off cognition
                          and awakening a fortified heart
                       with a cool single
                          drop of rain . . .