Searching back through dusty notepads
At old, dried-out hunger that would have touched
Some drawn-out world from sharpened pencils and soft pens...
It seems we would have made,
We would have seized,
We would have said...
Before the last of our suns had bled...
Although I cannot even say
What it was that we said...
Just to reach a perfect saying
To feel its beauty for a moment
And say something of the day
Within our ways
Within the deep, deep waves.
There is the balance of the day
Making time for the sun's clear spray
The celebration of the ways
And their reflections in these worlds we shared
Beneath the day.
YOU ARE READING
Gathered on This Beach: Poems & Perspectives for a Converging World
Poetrya student's writings, inspired by nature and science, and accumulated throughout the early days of the Internet, these writings explore expectations for the expressive 'convergence' to come. (revised edition 2014, with some alterations) ALT. BLURB: ...
