Across the bounds of reason
From here in my head to your eyes
Across the bounds of reason
Is a leap of imagination.
Between us lies the universe
A tangled web of conjecture
With reasoned insinuation.
From here to there is too far
To be sure of anything
Least of all substantiation.
And from here to here is too near
To form an opinion
When all life is just infatuation.
What I see may be as it seems
Or just one of my dreams
Without seams to separate me from the gleam
That streams
From your eyes
Across the enormity of size
Despite it all we may yet be real
With time stood still
In a smile
Opher 8.12.96
We all live in universes within our own heads. Nobody knows what goes on inside that world; nobody can be sure that the colours are true or the symbols we use convey the same meaning.
I have my philosophy and who can ever understand?
We try to communicate between the polyverses of our existence. Reason tells us that we must fall short.
Our consciousnesses are islands; our words are semaphore messages across a void.
Poems are written in Morse Code with rhythm and rhyme to make the journey sweeter.
Even our own perception of reality is partial and subjective. We do not even see the universe we inhabit. I am in love with the mystical force of celestial magnificence. I cannot convey it.
Yet communication is all we have, and we love and reach out with sight and touch to taste each other’s worlds.