"....and the hot force of the stars were impelled
to come into being." (Parmenides, from Simplicius, Commentary on On the Heavens)
"....and the hot force of the stars were impelled
to come into being." (Parmenides, from Simplicius, Commentary on On the Heavens)
Mother's ascent bears more life within.
The tranquil sound of her word
fills my inner ear,
mind's eye sees her smile
and the brilliant blue
of her bright eyes.
She's revived in the bosom
of my spirit forever.
When vivid hues pale
to twilight and cold
colors fade for a spell,
softness lustfully sheds gold
as leaves tumble stiff and frail.
Puddle steps mar
reflection.
Waves distort aspects
as moist air translates
her hair's scent
to redolent Dianthus.
Skyline's penumbra stretches
'cross obsidian streets
as we dissolve lento
in downpours of light.