by Ian G Graham.
It’s calm tonight…
a quiet- caressing- breeze- dusts my face,
cleansing the brush of haste,
transcending minute regrets.
I locate myself in the vastness…
of stellar twilight,
of strewn stardust,
of eternal force.
Moonlit clouds capture tonal grace…
But depths of night rapture,
wear a mask of hollow reality,
like all masks baring an excuse for indifference
Beneath these whispering pines,
I come to steal the crown,
of radiance and harmony in the spheres…
to the night with floating chorus –
to breathe a resonance of fresh possibility –
to shape harmonies on the drifts reality –
to transcend the impregnation of corrupted being with non-being –
to track the future forged with caution –
to revive worn surfaces of love suffered –
to hold shape amid swirling winds –
Scars fade on distant milky shores.
Leaving you to exist in me again.