“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sunday, April 7, 2019
Fond
Pink of dawn,
the rosy day
positioned itself
precisely between
love and light.
As day breaks into
warm undulating prisms
through angular concentration,
you may find
yellow
swirls through blue,
Let it grow
as Indigo
will remain underneath
and eternally holding stars in a place
we have said is filled
with dark matter
but it felt lighter
to some
and held-
ever so gently.
Painting by Alfred Heaton Cooper, c. 1905, titled "Dawn, Coniston" in [Public domain].
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