A Flourish of Time

A flourish of time and a life is complete
with its circles and straight lines

somehow converging at a
vanishing point

attended by woolen-clad angels awhirl in
blue ponds of vertical air

singing songs of ancient traditions and
neighboring galaxies beyond

human translation

yet we know their crystalline meanings
if not here and now at least in

far-off  echoes past those hills in
distant outline where

other suns shine and other
moons catch their silvery rays

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8/6/11  6 Ramadan (from Ramadan is Burnished Sunlight)

Categories: Poems, Death