"A Vase Of flowers In A Window frame"
A vase of flowers in a window frame.
A house of gentle light amid dark leaves.
An ecstasy so sharp it feels like anguish,
The pull that makes our beeline an ellipse.
No transcendental morning's inspiration
So ravishes the things we never see.
We hear for all our lives a silent music
To which we dance unknowing through our time.< br/>< br/> And even when we die, there is a beauty< br/> Older than the cold December stars,< br/> A part of us that waits behind the darkness< br/> To take us once again into its arms.
By: Nicholas Gordon
Poems Created By & © Nicholas Gordon