Blind

Yes I profess, color does
  means different things to
me and you
  you, soiled , an aberrance from the rest
In your words colors brought to light
  You, beholder, the kindered soul
shalt see colors not known to eyes
  hear and feel empty moans
Some parchment of color you are
  I do not know
that can fill inadequacies
  in us fallibles, in our rainbows
relieve us from our shadows
  relieve us from the haze
lifeless pictures we are or so we act
  dismiss certain vibes 'fore
and some patterns we miss
  reveal ye, the color, to us
for revelations we seek..
  Whos blind I do not know
you who lacks sight
  or our deprived insight
May be blind we are
  Me and the rest of us
from the day born to day dead
  wake us from this dream
tell us more, nocturnal guide
  what color is it and where to see..