An infinite dark-golden shroud
Weaves across the skies.
A sinuous swaithe of calm-brooding cloud
Reflecting in the pools of water
Reflecting in my eyes.
Occasionally a ray breaks free
And touches rugged ground
A distant hum of machinery
And call of wild bird
Pierces cocoon of muffled sound
With the sweetest song I've heard.
Wandering the paths of mind,
Rail-tracks of soul and heart.
The passing train of thought
Of love and life,
Of word and art
And all the things I sought.
So captured now by camera lens,
Reflections of these dark~light skies
Will be captured more in every sense
When I look into your eyes.
For with the dusk that follows day
Within every line of poetry
The train is travelling on its way
To the station of reality.




















Poetry and photography ~ © Andy Paciorek 2012
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