Hearing you is listening <br />to music beyond <br />my range, my capacity. <br /> <br />Experiencing you <br />is seeing the stars <br />in the sky above <br />on a clear bright day <br />with sunlight <br />a darkness <br /> <br />but when it happens <br />there is no mistaking, <br />for it is more real <br />than the shadowed day <br />and anyhow, different. <br /> <br />It is no pretense, <br />this strong <br />surprising clarity. <br /> <br />I prefer the depth <br />of this madness, <br />and your open arms <br />and considerately hidden presence, <br />to any sanity.<br /><br />Ian Trousdell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awareness-i-prefer-the-depth/
