Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Of Segues and Skylines...

From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets, the name of the LORD is to be praised. Ps.113:3

Already midnight’s moon has shrunk
…a half-slice in the sky
Where morning spreads a feast
Across the east in gold reply
Into the archives yesterday
Has sealed its memory
We tread its stilted fulcrum now
…segue to what will be

Our mainstream and mundane
May dare to glibly prophesy
What will unfold before today
Returns into the sky
Yet life offers no guarantee
The leaping dawn conceals
A myriad of mystery
Upon Time’s yawing reels

The Brigadoon of which we dream
And fix our fantasy
Exists, not in quixotic realms
Beyond this moment-spree
But in each inhale, exhale
Open, shutting of our eyes
We live, laugh, love upon a trail
To Heaven’s paradise

© Janet Martin

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