The Madness of The Woman

The Madness of The Woman

You see black
I see a spectrum of invisability
the myriad shades of the dark rainbow
like the spread of raven's wing
under the yellow mellowness of an Autumn Moon

You see rain
I see diamonds of potential crashing
soft tears of heaven salty with life
worlds contained within, the moment of creation
plummeting toward earth to burst open into growth

You see mountains
I see the slumbering form of beauty
curvaceous limbs caressed in silken folds
breasts marked by the fall and rise of shadows
ropes of silver rivers binding Her to us

You hear the wind
I hear the Song that called us into being
undulating notes of power, secret cadences
voices lifted, speeches spun, preayer uttered
all human history and earth's in one voice

You see only what you want to see
I see all there is to be seen
You think the world can be reduced to numbers
and you call me mad?


Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

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