Visible To Me

Blinders like a buggy horse,
they trod past him like a piece of trash on some sandy sidewalk,
somewhere but no where.
Ignoring faces, avoiding eyes like he's some cancer or dancer and not the normal kind mind you.
Why? I ask, why do they not seek the sageness that seeps from his very aura. Words like a warrior.
Humble yet brave.
A wave of something sweeps my soul into a vibration, a collation or relation,
for tomorrow I pray that he'll stay in the realm of reality safe from their blindness and depravity.
To them he's a vapor but he's visible to me.