THERE’S A MYSTERY IN AN EMPTY ROAD, LIKE SILENCE <br /> <br />There’s a mystery in an empty road <br />which vanishes when somebody appears, <br />and all respect which to it had been owed <br />dissolves, together with the phantom fears <br />that emptiness arouses, and if you <br />should be that somebody who takes that route <br />that others take you well could spoil their view, <br />because they will be forced to do without <br />the mystery your presence has destroyed, <br />since emptiness and they can’t coexist. <br />While you feel any wasteland’s waste and void <br />no mystery is able to persist, <br />just as no silence can persist when you <br />are speaking, and the reason that’s is gold <br />is that it focuses you on a view <br />undistracted by words you are told.<br /><br />gershon hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mystery-of-an-empty-road/
