Hearts of One

I close my eyes
I listen to the voices around me
The different tongues and accents
Whispers and shouts
Echoing through my mind
Playing on life’s stereo
I touch your hand
Soft and gentle in my grasp
I feel your blood running through your veins
Pulsing under the warmth of your skin
Haole, white, black, Japanese, Filipino, Samoan
I can’t tell
It doesn’t matter
What color your skin is
Or the shape of your eyes
Or the curve of your spine
When you are blind
The world is no longer separated
By such things
Our hearts beat
Together, as people