Twilight
Twilight, with its soft light,
Its faint quiet shadows,
Falling on the hillsides,
The mountains, the meadows,
Brings to me such deep thoughts,
Such philosophic notions,
That I sometimes imagine
At daylight's cessation
What I would see
If I saw with God’s eye.
See all the atoms
And see all the stars,
See all the peasants
And see all the Tsars.
See all the peoples
Who live on the Earth.
See their life as remembered
From their moment of birth;
All the small memories
That make up their past:
Their teacher at her desk
In ninth-grade French class;
The sun on the leaves
That they saw as a child;
The wind in the trees;
That day a son smiled.
Memories no one but they
Can ever experience,
As we’re locked inside skulls
And mostly oblivious
To the vast inner lives
Of each one around us.
So as day draws to night
And the sunlight fades,
As I drift through my daydream
And wander through glades,
I imagine my life
Multiplied by the billions
If I could see even dimly
By a god’s holy vision,
And then by more billions
By all those who’ve died;
The immense web of memories
That surround us but reside
Always and forever
Just out of reach.
Copyright © Jerome Malenfant | Year Posted 2016
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