1.05.2006

the glorious thing

1/5/06

linen winter air and a spotless fire sun
draw me swiftly to the east
where the great mountains lie
and caught far ahead in the shimmering noon
like energy kinetic
are the manifold reflections
on the watersurface
trapped within the glass
set upon my desk
as I write

and I’m one of those sparks
found within its mass
concealed underneath and dancing in a dash
hidden away in the blue strobes a-flash
as I cover endless ground to everywhere, and make my way
in the light
through the high passes cold and tight
to that far western night
that’s as close to me now

as the other

No comments: