Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Deeper than the Night

There are moments in a life
or in a year or in a day

when thought recesses,
coalesces – nestles soft into

half-sleep within the faint
light of an inner sight:

as luminous as day looks
in a dream but deeper

than the night. Though
it may sigh like a cessation,

it is more a germination:
breath just brushing death –

gently, like a breeze invoking
Spring in February freeze.


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