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