When a days work is contained in a moment
Time stands still
Seconds, Minutes and Hours
Loose their meaning
Music, Words and Gestures
Blend
Into the Horizon
Appeasing no one
Day, Dusk and Dawn
Silently
Glide along the Horizon
Beckon our awakening.
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The first stanza is truly poetic. The thought of a day's work being contained in a 'Moment' brings us to an expansive mood. The following lines: 'Time stands still Seconds, Minutes and Hours Loose their meaning'... Leaves us wondering on and on! The last stanza: 'Day, Dusk and Dawn Silently Glide along the Horizon Beckon our awakening.'...Is truly mystic.