These Things Escape My Mind
All things are in my gaze:
In the air,
There is music.
In my ear,
I could hear the orchestration
Of the crickets.
In my skin,
The solemn requiem of the wind
In the trees to the coming day.
I am to the dusk,
Painting its sunset
Waning its blaze.
At night above,
I could look and ponder on
The orderly march
Of glittering galaxies,
Curtaining the velvet
Backdrop of the universe.
This I sigh and say to God,
"These things quite escape my mind".
Copyright © Hugo Sarvida Jr. | Year Posted 2023
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