Where sunset spun light
And vapor into gold and wind
Unrolled what came before,
Something else --something more--
Goes under it, in to supper
And bed with that miracle
In its head, its brain
Dreaming in night.
What remains is
Finally just the light.
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Hey Geo! This has a Shakespearian quality, almost of soliloquy. And I got it! Well, I think I did =) Indigo
ReplyDeleteIndigo-- Wow! Thanks.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteMichelle--Most kind.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, so soothing!
ReplyDeleteNicely done, my friend!
I felt my eyes smile from the inside out. That's the best way I can describe my response.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
Was the 'something more' yourself? I wanted to know more.
ReplyDeleteThe Sunset is beautiful and so is your poetry.
ReplyDeleteVery eloquent. I appreciate your poetry.
ReplyDeleteI could not understand it, but I assume when you talk of light, you mean goodness. And religious discussions aside, goodness never ends.
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