Oct 10, 2008

Sealed Moments, S.D.Turann

By Santiago del Dardano Turann

Each moment holds its revelation:

They mostly fade away

And wither in the mute contraction

Of time's unending play

On cliff sides of extinction.

Man leaves the half-unmolded clay

To melt beneath a thousand

Thin frazzled thoughts that through the day,

A waving magician's hand,

Are so much wind-torn hay.

What is the key to that green land

That gives life to each moment?

Is it lost in the starry band

From which it can't be rent

To fall as dew upon the sand

A silver secret sent?