Questions <br /> <br />Words why do you seeming fail <br />to reveal the source from which you fall? <br />Why pale and grey in black on white, <br />why with deep colours, do you not write <br />and reveal that place from whence you come? <br />Is that the center of the Sun? <br /> <br />What was there before you formed, <br />before the first consonant was born? <br />Was it the vowel so freely aired, <br />did that announce the dawn <br />before we were adorned with cares? <br />Was that the time the Angels sung? <br /> <br />And then before the vowel <br />was it darkness that prevailed? <br />But what beauty must be there, <br />shrouded from our piercing stare? <br />And before the darkness found its place, <br />tell me what was there in unlit space? <br /> <br />And then before the unlit space <br />did silence reign and roar <br />with no time to ask for more? <br />And if each word is followed home <br />will we find what is our own? <br />Is it that, from which you come, <br />that from which each word is spun?<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/questions-201/
