(1) Night Vision by Sandra Fowler

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(1) Night Vision

Let rain forever make gray music, Friend.
Such sadness makes a sweet sound on the glass.
I wonder if that white owl on the hill
Knows lonesome well enough to sing it down.

We cannot call back distant August days
When goldenrod had power to warm the soul.
And yet night vision is a wondrous thing.
It measures drops of darkness on old roofs.

Previously Published, 'Poetry Depth Quarterly'.

Sandra Fowler

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Kesav Easwaran (8/23/2008 8:29:00 AM)
This Night Vision is a very good vision over life...most realistic down to earth...the fragile glass and the gray music relate to old age and the past memories...the sweet sound- the reflective satisfaction the mind derives from bygone days and sadness- of course- never to come back those days...
An artful imaginative write, Sandra...I like this poem very much the way I read 10+

Palas Kumar Ray (7/25/2008 8:37:00 AM)
Another romantic piece of work.....
Nice read for for me.

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