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Lingering Light

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.

05/12/2005

Posted on 05/13/2005
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

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