tbyron
Conversion of the infinite reaching first star;
A conversation now
allowing Heaven, truth wine-
this love embraces even our darkest
hour's clutching.
--
And newer reasons begat our wishing.
--
Where this hidden promise began-mystery rose,
O absence that never really was!
--
Visions of you beneath a crown of fragile stars
and cloaked in silver
storm cloud-if forever
we
are
to
know You
as vision.
Summer
1995
Revised
7/7/2015
poe
This may not be what this poem is about. But, I envision a sunset, with the first star appearing while with a loved one.
Maybe it’s deeper than that. But, that’s the beauty of poetry and art. Everyone may interpret things differently. And, that’s okay.
tbyron
I love that vision and thank you
for sharing Poe 🙂
