Born Without

I cannot teach
A man born without sight
What the color red is like
I cannot teach
A man born without hearing
The pleasure of a songbird's call
I cannot teach
A man born without wings
To soar in the heavens like an eagle does
And I cannot teach
A man born without heart
To appreciate my love
At all

And yet I
Look longingly into the chasm
Hoping to fill your void with light
I have offered my stars and my universe
Yet you decline and say
"Nah, that's alright"
To what do I owe the displeasure
Of being recipient of
Lukewarm vibes
I must leave you to your self imposed entropy
And make room for that which longs to be alive