Monday, 14 January 2013

What if?


What if?

There is no dawn
To herald awakened love?
No light of golden pure rays
Of strength
Of love
To light our way?

What then?

What if?

There was no song
No music, no words
Just this void
Of empty
Of nothing
To lead the way?

When then?

What if?

There were no eyes
To behold naked truth?
No colour
This darkness
Vast swells of chaos
To show us the day?

What then?

What if?

There was no touch
No soft caress or kiss
Only this push
That push
Of division
As we are pushed away?

What then?

What if?

In our infinite blindness
And the ocean depths of silence
In our guarded enclosures of solitude
And in our waking moments of delirium
What if in this moment
Unmeasured by the hands
Of mortal engines
Un-handed by the flesh
Of mortal fingers
Un-thought in the binds
Of mortal minds
Therein is lit...  a spark?

What then?