A Page of No Consequence
The purple, the blue and the night
merging into a tide
of a gigantic flow
and the images drowning in the sweeping glide ,
a wall of froth and surf
rising in the dark.
And you said,"Images must shine; must make the unseen light seen;
that it must be seen with a brilliance which the eye couldn't detect and the mind couldn't suspect;
the most ordinary should suddenly shine when put into place."
I want the sun to stay a little longer in the sky
and the moon to trail behind;
and the hand of Time
withheld and kind;
kind enough to let me hide
behind your gentle presence
before the twilight is flooded by night.
The purple, the blue and the night
merging into a tide
of a gigantic flow
and the images drowning in the sweeping glide ,
a wall of froth and surf
rising in the dark.
And you said,"Images must shine; must make the unseen light seen;
that it must be seen with a brilliance which the eye couldn't detect and the mind couldn't suspect;
the most ordinary should suddenly shine when put into place."
I want the sun to stay a little longer in the sky
and the moon to trail behind;
and the hand of Time
withheld and kind;
kind enough to let me hide
behind your gentle presence
before the twilight is flooded by night.
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