Longing Longing to hear, longing to see; To hear the chirping of birds, The wind through the trees, To see the sun, stars, and moon. Wanting it all, But all that is left is touch and smell. I can touch and smell The flowers, But I cannot see them. But, I cannot touch nor smell The sun, moon, or stars. How shall I know them?         I’m surrounded by loneliness, Lost in the darkness, No one understanding me. No one is hearing As I scream inside my head. Help, teach Me.  I long for all there is to know. Although I cannot see, nor hear, I have dreams, I have hopes, I see and hear things No one else will have. Darkness, surrounded all around, No light in sight, caught up in my fears, Crying lost tears, searching for a Miracle to uncover me. Then comes a lady. She found lost thoughts inside, Unable to be expressed. I saw and heard with my hands and heart. Now there is no longer darkness. I call that miracle teacher.