“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Friday, March 29, 2019
The light from stars
The sun had yet to rise
Still; inevitably it occurs
to us
it will never be the same
when we embrace this day
that tries to run away
from us
Not to notice
A sky
contains hope
levitating
as atmosphere,
permeable to light and
always open
to being caught
unaware
but ready
like the eyes
that see from here.
Painting by Paul Klee, ;Horizon, Zenith and Atmosphere' c. 1925 in Public Domain [CC0].
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