slip away

since my birth
i have lived,
wondering dreaming
about that earth
the land that stretches out for miles
the hills are pale green
and in the sun, they
shine like the reflection
of a camera flash
in a mirror
the dew sparkles as it evaporates
from the blades
of the minty grass
and the sky is soft
like fur, real fur
of a breathing pulsing animal
it is light and faint
like the albino pupils
of the blind as they stare
blank with wonder
oh, what would it be like?
what are colors, strange descriptive
devices for the patterns,
the wavelengths an object releases?
is this color that i see, dark?
light? but what is dark and light?
i have never seen a shadow
or a highlight.
if i could just slip away
from this sky, this earth of feeling.
if i could.

-Pamplemousse