Anyway, in the comparisons
Comparing silence to sound
Darkness to light
Emptiness to…
Well, what is emptiness anyway
Just what was on the page
Before emptiness came along
In the afternoon light
The bare branches
Become silver
That is, the colour which tricks
Is not from within
But comes from our perception
We make brown, and silver, from the one source
Surrounded, by more
Than what I see in front of me
The sounds arrive from all directions
Other than I write of what I know
Or have otherwise have found access to
How else might I talk of love
Of an enduring love, way beyond logic
