Where Night Meets The Day

Where we see night meets day, and the sun and the moon,
In a most holy trinity, the absolute 'unity of three',
A land of floral promise exists formed as if hand-hewn,
In a exquisite presence, a most holy light pronouncing thee,

Where worn pathways, ancient, forged, improvised,
Inside churchyards at rest with their ancient gardens,
Find artful semblance shown magnificent in medieval guise,
As if cut out by hand in stone, cobbled, hardened,

There, among men in the cool, solemn semblance of their time,
Molded of bread and stone, and of the earth and of the sea,
Go I who must endeavor toward graceful, lasting, meaningful rhyme,
Ever seeking, ever searching for that - that is the true body of me.

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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there is such majesty in your words that tells me it is true,
search on and I hope you always share your treasures. :)

bastet,

Your wonderfully warm inside. And I'm thankful for this.

Thank you,

tommo / Ireland

I just want to meet you and give you the hugest hug....and run away with your walking stick.... But only for a moment

Ladywind,

Aye, ye may give me your biggest of hugs. And I, in my only lonely and lost reticence, shall learn, shall attempt to understand as your poet - how it is I became so unearthly in your presence, and, then so worthy of your warmth. Why it was, back there over my shoulder, I found you were looking at me filled with such giving.

Be well,

tommo / Ireland

PS: Ye may take full control of my hill walking apparatus any time ye like. 'Tis a 'blackthorn' walking stick. I cut, whittled and formed it's length and strength here on the island several years back. It serves me well, and, mayhaps one day it shall serve you equally - as well.