The river’s murmuring, so fluty,
Lulling a lotus – white, divine,
A glint of ageless, endless beauty…
But can you see the whole shine?
You feel the waves of wind, which aren’t
Apparent – but a sightless force,
A breeze of fresh, life-giving current…
But can you see the very source?
The last beam of the sun is touching
Your hand with warmth, and you admire
Its charming beauty, catching, clutching
Its trace… But can you see the fire?
And, sad, without knowing why,
While listening to the river’s flow,
You wonder what’s beyond the sky –
But that’s impossible to know…
28 April 2011
Beyond The Visible
© Copyright: Элис Ларк, 2011
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