Steering the car into the highway,
Into the milky white thickness,
Into the veiled scenery
And the muffled sounds,
I turned wheels with caution
And the ghostly trees sped
Into a fog-smudged landscape
Which quickened slowly
From langurous slumber
When the molten orb,
In burnished splendour,
Dusted the misted air gold.
I shivered in the morning air
At the magic in the air.
Then the sun rose above
And shone upon my world
To lift the pall of fog
And Chase the magic off.
The horned crescent moon-
Luminous, slender and keen
Watched in resplendence.
In stellar splendor,
Stars stippled the ebon dome
And pricked the dark skies.
Shadowland of dusk,
In streaks of dark and white smoke
Etches waning day.
Deep sea stretched away
From shale and shingle and sand,
The world extended.
Footprints in the sand
Mark progress in weedy shore,
Marks of trailblazing.
Scaly serpent writhes
Amid rough and tumbled rocks;
God created all.
Sable clad, the dread silent night arrived,
Quiet as the full sated homing herd;
Dusk crept in gloom cover and cast a pall
O’r muted chimes and dead footfall in couching
Heavens loomed in ebon splendor, couchingi
Above my gloomy bower; lonely and parching
I lay waiting, waiting for slumber’s balm-
On sagging springs – my wayward thoughts to calm.
Solo and in pairs, paced the squadrons combined,
Unruly hordes, soul’s dark companions, to bind
Fetters on dreams; and hooded.thoughts collage
My lone nights and enthrall my peace in cage.
Gentle Paraclete, whisper and dispel
My gloom as day brightens in morning’s spell.
Cattails threw shadows
Into placid stream surface,
Gleaming at the setting.
Beak to beak crooning,
Floating on curvy waters,
The swans patterned heart throbs.
From the west oozed
Burnt orange blaze, and
The waningred red glow
Silhouetted life’s moments
In earnest molecules.
And in pallid seconds,
In the midst of the angst of torment,
Between the demented heaven
And the heartbreaking earth,
The struggling soul gasps.
At first, there was light
And the Garden of Eden;
God came down the light.
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