December 2004/April 2005
The Poem on a Page

As if my search came to an end,
All questions asked,
And answered.
As if the strings of dark space
Shimmered, if only for a moment.
As if I looked within
And, for once,
Saw me.
The poem on a page.

Short, quiet,
On a large sheet.

Read, if you must,
By the candle you bring.
Listen to the silence
And colour the vacuum.
Behold the beauty,
Sense the meaning.

From no thread of reason
Hangs, silent, alive,
The poem on a page.
Just another clear page.