Sanctuary Poem by Malcolm Evison

Sanctuary

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Witnessing a fresco
in the chapel of my mind -
I could not rest.

My past -
emblazoned on the walls,
of this my secret hermitage -

I wept.

All colours had gone,
and only words hung there,
empty and cold.

Quietly in the night
I saw eternity decay
and knew
my life must change.

I awoke -
you arrived -
my transient future.


[1968]

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
***** ********* 16 August 2006

Wickedly succinct and something we all have to deal with Malcolm. A universal appeal to our future incentive of life poem. Thanks for the hope. Smiling and welcome to PH, Tai

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