To the Unknown

Written by: laszlo kecsedi

Words move toward the shore of silence
Where they’ll crash with deafening defiance
Every color springs from white light
Thence they come forth to confuse our sight

Sprung from the unknown to return there once more
After filling up and emptying life’s store
From the one to the myriad and back again
To explain the reason for this flux no one can

Any movement of the mind upsets the balance
Bound to the swing of the pendulum we pay penance
It cannot be spoken, painted or written down
What is revealed to the eyes is just a colorful gown

Wrapped in her garment the wearer remains hidden
“Let those who have eyes see”, it has been written