I'm early in the process of writing a non-fiction book, a philosophical one. I plan on giving away the ebook version for free. But since the publication is at least months away and I don't plan on adding further posts to the blog before my book is finished ... here comes something else I created, to test blog functionality and to fill the empty space.
A poem I wrote years ago:
Dark colors fill the scene,
there's nothing else to be seen.
Yet it's not a void,
always whirling and flowing
then there starts as a point
and resolute it keeps growing,
with no way to mute.
It's displacing the dark,
enough to look bright.
This is the mark!
There still is some light.
You put up the fight
and while clouds can come push,
'cause always you were right
it was never enough
(to do more than a brush? :-) )
As the clouds keep on drifting
the brightness keeps shifting.
Here the opacity isn't profound,
changes happen and show,
tacitly, but it's still been around
and now ... will grow bright.
The stars tell it how.
This days last flash strikes
down from the cloud wall
- is it doing as it likes ?
No, I do not know all.
Yet there moves the second
like one could have bet
onwards to the other
- when did it regret ? -
to come one step closer.
Heaven does not forget.
Lone yet unrboken they were.
And things went their.
Is their really more to say ?
Connected by love, a real pair,
few could have so guessed
and a crowd feigns dismay
when their bond is confessed.
Together they join,
it should be like that.
Go tossing up coins,
it will show up both heads.
Both halves re-united,
of brilliance to gain.
Though once looked seperated,
their faith not in vain.
They dared to defy,
were not far apart.
The lense goes slide by,
this impression's pure art.
Look the disk of the sun.
As it gets smooth
the intellect argues
that holes cannot move.
But it cannot deny:
The two are now one.
Just open your eyes.
From the fall we recover.
Why to even feel bothered ?
Darkness' still there,
but now we can bear.
