Unobtrusive Sun

The Collective Concept

Wild winds of heavy stone
Gently shift my gaze

I am confronted with my darkness
Where went the summer's haze?

Now tempered with a western breeze
I stand here all alone

And meet forthwith a tampered glass
Which hailed that heavy stone

At rest beyond a passing gaze
like wrecks beneath the seven seas

As watercolors syncopate
Cradled, swayed in leper's arms

And colour-fast no rising sun
will thoughts integrity derate

What drenched inquiry stripped of vain
Then flowed the Sea of Eight

Into a world not yet begun
An empty world without terrain

where every moon is a honeymoon,
and every night is a wedding night.

with silvery fingering rays which soon
dance betrothed in bonded plight

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