Out of vision, creation

Were I a fly on the wall
I’d have seen
Out of vision, creation
Not blueprints—a glimmer,
A hope, a shadow disappearing
Around the corner, A lover beckoning,
a haunting voice in the wilderness,
a song:
Out of vision, creation

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on July 31st, 2011 | No Comments »

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