Alone

Joyous laughter
of a reveling crowd
cacophony of sounds
from sources of hundreds
on city sidewalks
there I heard a feather fall
I heard the thread
sewn into a ripped
old garment
Im alone in my world
Of silence
When I close my eyes
The raging silence screams
In the darkness
Without sights
I stretch my hands
Hold it, and lead me
across the busy road,
But touch me not
with pity
I may be blind
And so alone
But I'm never lonely
I hear sounds of angels
In kind voices
the touch of divinity
from loving hands.