as if one bright moment would for certain lead to another
and then again
bringing home all the glimmering world’s highlights
as if we could bottle into bulbs the sun’s particular
twinkle
the few last tokens of the day, the tremble as it darkens
what is that reflecting in the distance?
a memory of the moon, or a peachy fleck of light
from some long gone star or dream
a lasting promise that even in the night dawn is willing
perfect match of text and image!
ReplyDeleteThanks Efi, I am no photographer. I put the photos up the lighten the load on the poem a little...
DeleteAh. Lovely. The promise of the next.
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