Dark sky reserve gives way to swathes
Of generous reds in bursting final words
Against the sky. Multitudinous -
To overwhelm the mind with more and more
And teach us to inhale the time the day the
Lovely sway in heavenly gatherings, floating
Harvest festivals of oak and ash and beech
And dreams.
So lift me, sing me, ease me. Let me
Lie with like of you, and
So show trust in me, my words, when I
Do not. To say a word of truth to you
Of this day too glorious to stay
Nor - in right mind - would we wish it so:
It banishes itself from sight.
And so will come again.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
Dark sky reserve gives way to swathes
Of generous reds in bursting final words
Against the sky. Multitudinous -
To overwhelm the mind with more and more
And teach us to inhale the time the day the
Lovely sway in heavenly gatherings, floating
Harvest festivals of oak and ash and beech
And dreams.
So lift me, sing me, ease me. Let me
Lie with like of you, and
So show trust in me, my words, when I
Do not. To say a word of truth to you
Of this day too glorious to stay
Nor - in right mind - would we wish it so:
It banishes itself from sight.
And so will come again.
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