Friday, June 11, 2010

From the Perspective of Space

Sparkling starlight on cold October nights,
A planet whirling through endless vastness,
A bubble moving in a crystal glass,
Moving through clear, silent, vibrating space.

A moth glides in a cloudless summer sky,
Absorbed by shimmering borderless blue.

The sharp echo of a shout - vanishing,
The sound of autumn windchimes - disappears,
Pine incense rising in the air - fading.

And all these images, like tears in rain,
A brief wave on the empyrean sea,
Gone and gone, the light of a burned out star.

Deep and deep the well of infinite space,
A swan crosses the sky and leaves no trace.

1 comment:

Dan Gurney said...

Lovely, Jim! A apt choice for a new moon.