The Answer

Eyes watch ... a mind considers
Possibilities form within the clouds
Sunshine somewhere far from the rain
Strands of gold ... a distance from the quicksilver

Globules of speculation retain attention
But ... its been a while since
And it is perhaps time ... again
To write in a familiar way
For those watching eyes to realise

Nothing has broken that concentration
It remains in its most potent form

Aware of the intelligences that are harboured
Hidden in all which shines on the sheen of the globules
All is not what it seems
That which is here ... on the surface
Has more than it appears

Beneath the wall where the seeker wanderers
Silence is not the gold ...
It is the answer.
---Matthew James---