Sonnet on the Immediate.
Sublimest silence, trust your thoughts to take
Centre stage within the immediate
Moment, where with our wilful wish we wait
For circumstance of destinies and fates.
We see the night sky, we see the sweet stars
That signal to us of Apollo's thoughts
On our destinies, just as he was taught
To wear comfort's cloak or misery's mask.
And with our patience in the dreary dark
Await a faithful flame (or drop of rain
To fall, come with it pain) to seize the star.
Free, forsake fate's future, dwell presently
In the moment, may it be a memory
For such a moment may not be again.
© Cecil Field
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| Endymion - Arthur Hughes |
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