Sunday, April 18, 2010

When visions come: be still, behold, be filled

When visions come: be still, behold, be filled
by Gideon Burton

When visions come: be still, behold, be filled
with liquid light as rich and warm as nights
where milky ways of wonder, darkly bright,
descend and rise again, then bursting, spill
electric, drenching silence white with widened will,
with fissures tearing heavens from their heights,
the comets curving earthward in their flight.
But as the autumn-embered airways dim
or glow with pulsing heavy banks of sky,
so dark with water seeping down the high
descent, diffused by saffron shredded thin--
so I have traced his wingspan, seen him fly
in circling, curving arcs with scanning eye
that spans the chasms where I sinking swim.


Feel free to copy, imitate, remix, or redistribute this poem as long as you give proper acknowledgment of authorship. Photo: NASA

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