Thin
The thin zone is barley seen
Lurking between the sea and the sky ,
A slice of mist
Blink and it’s gone
It hides between the sun and the moon
A sliver of the cosmos
Infinite in its depth
Drawing the eye
Playing with the dawn
Appearing somewhere and nowhere
Always out of reach
Ahead of the game
Leading a dance amongst the stars
The thin zone
Between Heaven and Earth
Between Heaven and Hell
It’s there on the lips of lovers
A touch of the bow on the string
The seen and unseen
To see and yet not see
Always shifting, in peripheral vision
Teasing with its glory
Inert , brooding , asleep
Promising hope
There for all mankind
If it could only be seen
13/04/24.
9:40-10:58
David RL Moore
Tue 16th Apr 2024 08:21
An interesting poem Ed,
I go to Ardnamurchan and The Hebrides most years, it's thin up there. A feeling of being in nature and generally closer to something just beyond our grasp. It's a wonderful place to be, both physically and emotionally.
I have no God but I understand the term "thin" it isn't a word you hear used much South of Carlisle or by people occupying our Cities.
David