Just as when looking into the sun <br />I am dazzled by pure light, <br />which is invisible, <br />and I only see what is lit <br />by the paler reflections of its rays; <br />or when my mind, <br />refusing to hear a perfect silence, <br />creates its own thundering echo of that silence, <br />so that I may more nearly understand <br />the incomprehensible; <br />your absence also is absolute, and leaves <br />a void in me I cannot come to terms with <br />until it is filled by a memory.<br /><br />Paul Hansford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/absence-44/
