You are the dark of the world
When all is brightness and dazzle
You are a deepening mystery
When life is a surfeit of simple solutions
You are the nagging doubt and secret sceptic
When everyone believes so much
You are jangling discord, right out of tune
When all the sounds are harmony
You are abstract art of paint and poem
When our propaganda makes everything clear
You are parched throat, desert defeat
When there’s water, water everywhere
You are the silent absence, gone-missing god
When the cacophony of belief is deafening
You are uncharted journey, road less travelled
When we’re all mapped-out. Been there, done that
You are stranger in the night, throwing us to the ground
When all we want to do is get away
You are the cloud of unknowing
When we know–it-alls, know it all
You are never ready and take for ever
When we want it now and cannot wait
You are the dark of the world
When all is brightness and dazzle
(From The Sky’s Window, 2006)
By Martin Wroe
