Nightfall
"If your heart was like mine
You'd get it and be right here."
Han Shan, "Cold Mountain Poems"
Come too close and you will never get there,
But from a distance and for a moment,
Just as the sun has almost dropped below
That brief and certain sky that cannot stay
Where the hill barely reaches, the last light
Lingering but only if you happen to look up
From exactly here, some ancient part of me
Passes through the pines, crosses the crest
On burning stones growing cold and dark.
Somewhere an owl, somber as a temple bell.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2013-04-18 at 17:24
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