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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