by Richard Vince
Cold glass keeps me in touch
With the world outside by
Letting me into one of its secrets,
Even though the night is oblivious
To all that I know of it.
My mind remains impervious:
Nothing quite knows what these
Sudden small smiles mean,
The ones that unexpectedly
Cross my lips to the sound
Of a brief chuckle.
The profundity of silly things
Like the size of the sky
And the words of a song I hate
Bring to me new meanings
That will lose significance when
The Sun rises once again
And the world reverts to its
Role as something to face down.
Even when I look above and
See slightly unfocussed stars and
A curiously hued moon, I see
A spectral sunset in my mind's eye,
Further away than I can quite
Understand from here, sitting astride
A synthetic, angular horizon that
Forms a boundary of the world
To which I temporarily restrict my mind.
The perspective that can come from
A glimpse of a few flowing slashes
Of water vapour illuminated by
Gently refracting light still
Amazes a mind filled with abstractions.
Never has being an infinitesimal
Fraction of a colossal tapestry of
Threads of all hues been so
Comforting to a weathered mind
In search of a colour to be.
Posted on 05/13/2005
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