by Jack Reeves
Diaphanous clouds across the mature Moon race,
Gossamer ghosts chased
As by invisible cosmic spirits
Through this bewitching black void.
A silhouetted pine thrusts
Upwards it noble boughs to
Diaphanous clouds across the mature Moon race,
Gossamer ghosts chased
As by invisible cosmic spirits
Through this bewitching black void.
A silhouetted pine thrusts
Upwards it noble boughs to
Heaven's inky vault;
And Orion rings its nettle crown
And Orion rings its nettle crown
In reciprocating splendor.
Jasmine and pine and
The assonant scents of summer hover
Jasmine and pine and
The assonant scents of summer hover
In this moon-bathed wood--
Shadowy images lit, singularly frozen in
Muted luster.
In this still-life night
I muse of my being and all being,
Shadowy images lit, singularly frozen in
Muted luster.
In this still-life night
I muse of my being and all being,
And why and how and when
It all did begin,
And whither its end.
And in this dim sanctuary I believe
I can see...
In this epiphany...
The face of the One Great Face
Behind the many masks.
It all did begin,
And whither its end.
And in this dim sanctuary I believe
I can see...
In this epiphany...
The face of the One Great Face
Behind the many masks.
2 comments:
pretty deep man
Beautiful.
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