Monday, June 22, 2009

Wisdom's age

In the name of God, Most Merciful, Most Kind

* * * 

The sun 
has set
and yet

The light still lingers in a sky
holding on

The fading blue
like 
clear water
against a blue 
pool
carries 
tinkling laughter

Perhaps the moment will not
fade completely away
Enveloped in the darkness

Instead carried on dots
that make it all up

Though

Even when
the glory is gone
the transformation 
will be deep, 
pierced with silver.