When the sun sets west of the horizon, Behind clouds that tease the dry earth
I listen for the silence of a world at rest, A stillness that eclipses the fading light
Standing in grass brushed with dew between my toes, Our vantage point feels certain, firm, but minor
We acknowledged a lack of passage, movement, As some fixed object in the black cosmos
Our senses are too small to accept the truth, Nor do we care to imagine the vastness beyond
Of a universe we simply accept rather than understand, A space filled with objects in constant motion
Distant stars, light extinguished in the years of our ancestors, Draw us closer to what was, and what is to come
In these quiet moments when the magic dances above us, We feel the rotation as the light escapes our view
The past and future meld together in a single point, What is ours will become yours, until the hour changes
But what we have now depends on where we rest, In the light of today or the darkness of tomorrow
An original composition by the author of Ends and Beginnings
Par excellence!
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Thank you Ms. Nan
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Profound. Love it.
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Thank you Ms. Patty
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