Sight

Signals interpreted via cords and neurons.
What is it we truly see?
Watching the beauty of the new dawn.
Can this be the true reality?
The beauty of shadows cast beneath the oak.
"Sight unites us!"
Surely you joke.
"Well aren't you a little cuss"
What I see is mine alone.
Jaded by experience of thought.
Not merely another drone.
The love I have given and demons I fought.
Where you may see a glimmering drop of rainbow dew.
Perhaps I see water dancing with light.
To you it's fresh, new.
To me constricting and tight.
What you behold being white.
All just a blank space.
An empty place.
Can this be the true reality?