disappear into the thick of the night,
as the absence of light swallows,
whatever known portrait,
as if sentenced to death,
hanged at the gallows.
you are not deprived of a sense of knowledge,
nor have your eyes seen blindness,
but even to you in broad daylight,
all that you see are just shadows,
even with me standing,
in your sight appearing.
A Chorus of Echoes 
🙂