Contemplating matter
a myriad of light
a mind is like Picasso
no straight line guiding sight
of all the things imagined
through life and sight within
the dreams through daytime wander
like a longest walk in spring

the white of light, the black of shadow
between, a constant grey of conscience
untidy mind with lack of colour
a masquerade of knowledge
filtered sounds and sights unseen
frustration plays its hand
we bluff through our existence
and hope one day we'll understand

Silver Tongue

(Geoffrey Brett© - 26/05/2008)