This is sort of a cheat. The past week was insane - business trip - and I didn't write anything. Not even a haiku. Since today's the end of the week (yikes!) I'm posting this, which I wrote a few years ago now...
Confined by lines as straight and pure as light
That hold infinity within their arc,
Unbound by time, unmeasured by its flight,
The passing ritual is its own mark.
Unchanging patterns constant as the sky
On which unending changes may be rung
Worked round about by threes as from on high
Sweet hymns in three-part harmony are sung,
Both more and less complex than e'er it seems:
Grace moves, embodied in a human form,
On grass as green as youth, or hope, or dreams,
And summer nestles there, through every wintry storm,
And lights our minds with memory's fleeting gleams:
Thus, feeding on that hope, our hearts stay warm.

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<-- Older Post ^ HomeThat one star is visible in the same way our faces are visible at twilight, but not much more and not for long!
All three touch, in differing ways, on the mystery of that special hour.
superbly mixable yo elements without alloy:
in the grey half-light
sunlight fading or coming
Twilight is our friend
in the twilight time
nothing is just as it seems
one single star shines
Twilight takes on a new dimension in your lovely words.
moody. even ephemereal.. :)
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