David Taylor

Rookie (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)

When. - Poem by David Taylor

When thoughts recoil and logic dies
when the very brightest light

enfolds upon itself and blazes
without traversing to any place
both and either close or far

when touch reaches to every star
and has no reaching out in space

when every face shines with grace
each heart is held in one same embrace

and every bud holds a waiting smile
each leaf speaks of roots beneath

every sound sounds pure
sounds its sound inside not out

then I know that You are near
and You never went or left from here.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, March 28, 2008


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