You see black br I see a spectrum of invisability br the myriad shades of the dark rainbow br like the spread of raven's wing br under the yellow mellowness of an Autumn Moon br br You see rain br I see diamonds of potential crashing br soft tears of heaven salty with life br worlds contained within, the moment of creation br plummeting toward earth to burst open into growth br br You see mountains br I see the slumbering form of beauty br curvaceous limbs caressed in silken folds br breasts marked by the fall and rise of shadows br ropes of silver rivers binding Her to us br br You hear the wind br I hear the Song that called us into being br undulating notes of power, secret cadences br voices lifted, speeches spun, prayer uttered br all human history and earth's in one voice br br You see only what you want to see br I see all there is to be seen br You think the world can be reduced to numbers br and you call me mad?br br Geraldine Moorkens Byrnebr br