'Out of the cradle, endlessly rocking...'

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

a poem...

Twilight


Autumn’s hymn falls silent
clouds hide the sun   I may never
recognize the moon if she
shows through again

Curse this muted light   this early
hour   I’d have light diaphanous
as water   each breeze a kiss
no shade   no dark

Still   there is a light
clouds will never hide this hour
Chase o chase that light   the night
has not yet come

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