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WALKING HOME FROM A MOVIE
By Quentin Smith
The longing glow of the moon
Slid in and out of the scattering clouds,
Illuminating them with a silver-blue radiance . . .
O everything is infinite! Glorious night!
Stars speckled and so near in your distance
. . . I have risen beyond myself, beyond the world . . .
There is no more time, there is only beauty ;
Everything is the deepest
And the most fullest eternity of love . . .
There is no world, I am the infinite . . .
Written 1971 |