Seeing the Wood From the Trees
An empty space,filled by light
brings simplicity to life,
the empty heart,fills with pain,
cries out why,again,again,
and still the emptiness remains;
Simplicity forgotten
in complexity will drown,
darkness overwhelms the mind,
despair see nought,with eyes blind;
light fills up the empty space
and illumes the vacant place,
hope blots out disappointment
as our emptiness relents.
Singularity brings forth clarity
on which imagination then flies free.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
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