A deep silence behind the word,
A gentle nudge – lighter than air,
A flame within a lake of light.
A flight of sound in the space,
A smudge of black, pregnant cloud,
A pair of wise, tranquil eyes.
A god of life’s loneliest stand,
A portal to the boundless sky,
A drop of gold on earthen lamp.
A lonesome man working the fields,
A beast preying with halting steps,
A roar of thunder breaking dream.
A pollen grain – a tiny speck,
A dawn of comely crimson hue,
A mammoth figure rising steep.
A pious thought without a name,
A sudden pulse through the leaves,
A sun ‘n’ a moon, watching unblinking