FOR beauty, for significance, it’s space
We need; and since we have no space today
In which to frame the act, the word, the face
Of beauty, it’s no longer beautiful.
A tree’s significant when it’s alone,
Standing against the sky’s wide open face;
A sail, spark-white upon the space of sea,
Can pin a whole horizon into place.
A candle only in the darkness flowers,
Creating space around it as it towers.
Giving the room a shape, a form, a name;
Significance is born within the frame.
A word falls in the silence like a star,
Searing the empty heavens with the scar
Of its significant and lovely flight
Against the dark and speechless space of night.