Music Of Light And Shade

In grace and tenuous Beauty

each moment a challenge of re-discovery -

Keeping faith in vision turning

about the still heart's bright beat.

 They come,

rolling on as if a late train 

a chain of heels tapping to city beat

the flutter of pigeon wings

in voices calling soft or loud -

poems falling as if dried leaves.

The Dreamcatcher called by:

he

 I supposed that is what 'it' was,

there is no way of knowing

anything

absolute.

He called again 

but I slept on.

Just a feather on the path

oblivious to the wind in the trees.

.

 Just frozen moments

something that barely existed

before it becomes something other.

In light and in shade,

the music of it all.

Winding 
as new formed buds
through landscapes

of imagination; 

In thick woodland

the sound of river lost to sight,

its voice the valley itself

carving into mountain's ridge.

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