by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

Created on: April 15, 2009

You see black.
I see a spectrum of invisibility;
the myriad shades of the dark rainbow
like the spread of raven's wing,
under the yellow mellowness of an Autumn Moon.

You see rain.
I see diamonds of potential, crashing;
soft tears of heaven salty with life -
worlds contained within, the moment of creation
plummeting toward earth to burst open into growth.

You see mountains.
I see the slumbering form of beauty;
curvaceous limbs caressed in silken folds.
breasts marked by the fall and rise of shadows,
ropes of silver rivers binding Her to us.

You hear the wind.
I hear the Song that called us into being;
undulating notes of power, secret cadences
voices lifted, speeches spun, prayer uttered
all human history and earth's in one voice.

You see only what you want to see.
I see all there is to be seen.
You think the world can be reduced to numbers
and you call me mad?

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