In the Mind's Eye

Moonlight is a shimmering sonata Softly sounded on Ludwig’s piano keys; A starry night is brightly layered oils Van brushed boldly upon a canvas skin; And gravity is Isaac’s red apple, Falling into black and white notation, To be or not to be, in the mind’s eye. Well beyond the reach of all our taboos, Where side by side fly the bat and the dove, Are the things we fear and the things we love. We often find patterns where there are none To justify the things that we have done. Between Saint Augustine and Auschwitz lie Many things, all which spring from the mind’s eye. Truth and error are found in the same way, By setting out to find things, come what may. We discover the designs of nature. We transcribe what we find in abstract ways And call them science, art, or invention; But lying behind our every intention, Ferreting out patterns, is the mind’s eye.