What is the colour of silence?
Here presently co-occupied
Where fire and petals concresence
Our rose-garden life be descried
But, Mirror Mirror here inside
Deep blue-black pool, the vista wide
Mine the immortal hand and eye
Selfie-framed frozen symmetry
What pattern the fret-saw begets
The knot-stich embroid’ring reliefs?
The surf-line that curves as it whets
The sharpening stones of beliefs?
Common our cause in unknowing
Reflecting, our I in this prism
Darkly the glass yonder flowing
Secur’d lie i in this prison
Time’s presence, bloom of time passing
Consciousness, your fawn’s liquid glance
Thou and mine I, hours amassing
Surprising to joy from this trance