' Now '

Through parted curtains, as if by a magnet, I am drawn to the window by the pull of the full moon, slowly filtering, distilling from my brain, all sense of time; her stark, barren presence through aeons, endless ages dissolved in endless space, and the endless hours, turning round my ticking, measured clock chiming on the midnight hour, as if it borrowed tomorrow from her light and shade, - time is the maya, the illusion gone forever to the drain, as yesterday's rain; by her lifeless, embodied dust and hollow, hypnotic sway the restless oceans move and as the tide proves when the sun sheets her most, an apparition like a ghost haunting with her steady glow echoing nothing but ' now '.