Sentient Gaze
To gaze the beauty of oncoming night…
Captivated by the swell of evening mist,
luminescent the glow of moon shards lit,
as still pervades a wanting day,
seeking slumber as the light decays.
And moon aloft does rise,
as if on string held high
does compromise its station,
and sky drawn from gloaming
dragged by swans tethered to its edges, roaming
in unison flight to darkest depth horizon.
Stars attached like studs to velvet violet,
crisp and glistening like water glimmer,
shimmering distant lights of past,
harvested diamonds, worlds apart,
as faraway life encroaches.
Minds lost to beauty,
questions beg the telling and fantasies tickle logic,
teasing its right and edges,
in query of what sight alone cannot decipher,
and minds confused do lie for
all that bares no truth.
Lost, alone in flight of mind,
on lilting breeze up high above the world,
I ponder all I cannot know,
of dreams I dreamed but cannot sew,
and fall to a mindful sleep,
to grasp what truths are proffered
in my sentient slumber, reap.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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To ponder the unknown is something I do more often as time ages life. I enjoyed this thought provoking verse, Tony. (category?)
Glad you enjoyed it Phyllis. And didn’t realize I’d forgotten category. Thanks for that. Cheers!