Slowly sunset
dissolves the scene
taking the river
& hiding it
in night
(only the ear
hears it still) .
Even mountains
disappear
become a darker blue
within a darker blue
hues
within hues.
Only the memory
placing things where
it thinks they may
have been.
birds create
a tapestry
of song
that can be
almost seen.
the mind joins
...the dots
to create
what cannot be
yet is
a patchwork quilt of sound
where even silence
shines
like the brightest colour
and Time
tenderly
erases yet
another day.
really tender...wonderful magic verses... ('Tender is the night' is the titel of one of the best Fitzgerald's novels...) The sunset taking and hiding the river in night...I imagine it - the river like a silver thread disappearing in the darkness of the night...
Thanks for the images Donall. we are such different poets yet somhow we collide and when we do I think I walk away the better human being for it so again thank you for sharing your rare gift I do appreciate it- Paddy-10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I just loved this poem......... magical Ruthie