Elegant Darkness - Poem by William Cavanagh
One often sits in thought concerning a certain someone, a favorite place or a specific event within a timeframe. One may be alone within a bed space or a crowded room filled with strangers.
However when one sits in thought one sits in total isolation in so far as one’s thoughts are concerned be it past present future fantasy or reality.
Thought is never ending. I think constantly as do most people I assume. However assuming can make an ass-u-me.
The mind is never at rest even as we slumber deep into the corridors of dark sleep our thoughts give birth to dreams.
I did however have a girlfriend who upon me asking, what are you thinking about would say, “Oh nothing”.
Now that the relationship is safely in the distant past hindsight offers me a conclusion. Not all people have cognitive thought.
And I have no idea why I think about her so often. Was it love, was it control, as I felt free to think for the both of us. Was it her visual elegance?
I sit in thought…
Comments about Elegant Darkness by William Cavanagh
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.