By Everett Wilson
The darkness that frames the swirling layers of silhouette
that frames the darkness.
The suggestion of a kneeling figure?
The suggestion of a down turned face?
The lines and curves need only be
lines and curves, abstract shapes and forms.
The contours of pinks and gold's and yellows
are their own pleasure.
But always I return to the suggestion of a down turned face
waiting for the contoured colors to dissolve, perhaps,
so that the darkness within is freed, enveloped
by the darkness without, the darkness
waiting.
