Thursday, May 30, 2013

THIS BLACKBIRD BEHIND THE SHADES

that always sings while the day fades.
Both here and far way.
Receding at a point, like waves.
While the evening expands
and the strand
surrenders to the low tide.
Like memory’s fingers
that linger.
Listen, silence.
Listen, it has started again.
A lapse is a friend.
Sky’s reservoir.
Far, never too far.

1 comment:

Dave King said...

This captures so much of the beauty and tranquility of nature.