</>So that is how it is! <br />Its not as if the sun comes up <br />and the sky is abruptly glorious <br />and everything suddenly spurts and blooms. <br />There is a secret that goes on <br />under cover of your ignorance did you know <br />as it does throughout the day; <br /> <br />that does its magical finger snapping <br />that nudges and frolics among all creation <br />that gently smoothes away the mists <br />to whisper mantras <br />that concocts an ever covert potion <br />to bring forth such beauty. <br /> <br />They are already there in the darkness those things <br />that we exclaim at in the brilliance of day light. <br />Those colours in the sky <br />those fragrances in the meadow <br />those sea sounds and hill songs <br />those toe tapping sparkles and twinkles <br />in the oceans and rivers <br />that we cannot see at night <br />all because we assume the night is dark! <br /> <br />How stark our night-eyes that can only see <br />permanent stars and an inconsistent moon <br />and harsh man-made lights <br />that show us again what we had seen by day <br />anyway. <br />Ah those blessed few the blind <br />who can see it all and more <br />all the time everytime! <br />No eclipse can stall <br />their glorious sight! <br />How blessed the blind!<br /><br />Famida Basheer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-whispers-2/
