Untitled 7
(Music: Max Richter - On the nature of daylight)
That feeling of watching
Time lapse into sunsets
Above understanding
But still in a balance
Below the zenith of trust in tomorrow
A calling for hope
To rest down as mist on that morning
When nothing mattered
But presence extending to being
When everything mattered
But sense turning to meaning
Searching for truth
Beyond transience broken to moments
You dream and awake
To the sound of pain
Echoing verse
In between the lines of your life
So black and white
You forget shadows
And they scare you
Every single time change strikes
They dare you
To go with the line
For verse in dark muddy ink marks
To go with your fear
For silence in bright clear tear drops
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Sat 27th Jan 2024 09:28
Searching for the truth
...the work of a poet?