Two Sphinxes Poem by Paul Hartal

Time has taken you into its arms
Bringing you to the room
Between new sunrises and antique sunsets.
While the tangle of fog covered the foliage
Beyond the carved clouds and subtle vapours
Pulsating remote landscapes with Sun-Moon eyes
Were receding to the fading horizon.

Look! The golden carpets of fallen leaves
Lie on the October grass.
The drooping willow at the corner
Between a pine and two maple trees
Stands like an eroded camouflage
And silver shores with restless waves
Emerge, sink and penetrate
The hidden galactic system of our love.

Time has taken into its arms
Bringing you to the room
Between new sunrises and antique sunsets.
While the tangle of fog covered the foliage
Beyond the carved clouds and subtle vapours
Pulsating remote landscapes with Sun-Moon eyes
We turned into two solemn soundless sphinxes.