The book appeared to arrive, the ink is invisible. <br />The pages dissolved in your centre. <br />And when you find it you know <br />That it was you that wrote it <br />In you it is written, <br />And all it speaks of <br />Is you <br />In all the forms you display. <br />It is not black or white <br />Just an inscrutable grey <br />From which arises <br />All that we ever could say.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-book-you-were-looking-for/
