In the theater of shadows, where silence speaks, A blind man dreams, where his heart seeks. No palette of rainbows, no colors arrayed, Yet in senses profound, his world is laid. The sun, a warm whisper on his face, Not a golden orb, but an embrace. Moonlight bathes in a soothing stream, A cool touch, an ethereal dream. Children's laughter, a melody in the air, Vibrant hues of joy, beyond compare. Nature's canvas, a tactile embrace, Leaves rustling softly, a dance in grace. In the theater of his mind, images unfold, Textures and sounds, a story to be told. The sun, a burst of warmth and hue, Painting the sky in a crimson debut. Seasons dance, a tactile ballet, Spring's rebirth, winter's cold ballet. His universe shaped by touch and scent, A sensory tapestry, profound and bent. Laughter erupts, a symphony of glee, Not a visual spectacle, but wild and free. Tears, a language of the heart's lament, Expressed in sighs, a tender descent. Stars above, like diamonds in the night, He feels their brilliance, an ethereal light. Galaxies twirl, a cosmic ballet, In his fingertips, the universe at play. Mountains stand proud, a rugged terrain, In his hands, their majesty he'll gain. Rivers that flow, a melody so sweet, He hears their journey, in rhythm, they meet. Faces unseen, yet he knows each smile, Through the language of touch, mile by mile. Cities alive, with a pulsating beat, In vibrations, their stories complete. Technology hums, a modern-day hymn, Through buttons and braille, his world to skim. A blind man's journey, a courageous flight, In the boundless realms of sound and light. Through the tapestry of tactile sensation, He paints his vision, a unique foundation. His dreams take flight on imagination's wing, A blind man, in a world where senses sing. So, in the theater of shadows, where silence speaks, A blind man dreams, where his heart seeks. His universe, a symphony of touch and sound, In the poetry of senses, his dreams are bound. In the contemplation of the cosmic vast, No need for sight, his thoughts steadfast. A blind man's vision, a sensory ballet, In the poetry of senses, he finds his way. ***