A sound slides down the surface of the morning
rippling the stillness
marring the perfection
Yet even dissonance is harmony
of a larger patterned day
The veils of change obscuring
Essential Rightness
And the Brightness
Grows the more for seeing unsought
Lighting the dark corners
banishing the shadow ghosts of fear
By Harry St. Vincent Beechey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful descriptive verse. Thanks for sharing, Harry.