A Journey of Dark, Back To Infinite Light
Through inner vision instead of eyesight.
With power imagination and sensitivity of touch
He made communication with rainbow clutch.
The viscosity and texture of each color differs
His fingers can discriminate them from one other.
He lit his visual cortex through imagery screen
Painted portraits of those whom he has never seen.
The color of his paintings revived beats of his heart
He transformed dark as blessings in disguise for art
His wife and son accompanied him like wheels of life
He turned a spirit of inspiration, A song for fife.
Emotion that he captivates in incredible sketch
Color he employs there, enforces mass to fetch.
A world of paintings, created by legally blind
Indeed, so beautiful and superior to any kind.
Composed by Tulsi Shrestha @copyright reserved
Poem dedicated to the most Dignified Adorable
Artist John Bramblitt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem