Northern_Lights_2016

41 Sometimes, I have down days Empty and brown days Where the sun shines oblivious on my face Yet I still feel nothing It all just passes by Passes through, my frame a ghost Just floating through what I need to Just to get through the day But then days come when I’m tangible Reality awakened My hands do what I want them to My legs walk to where I’m happy Consciously dwelling in all I desire Down Days Will Tiensvold Glimmerous Will Tiensvold What greatly yearns for such aural embrace! To fill such chasms with pleasures chase! How great to fill the canvas slate, With chance a million orchestrate? How dearly broods in another’s state! And falls about but never late, Reminds old minds and youngens straight, What greater things the mind create! And whence forgotten, never shown, And time leaks by with never known, Once remembered never untoned As always knowing seed is sown. So once returned to temporal though A rush of all that once forgot Stored up, not gone, in hands of knot Of beauteous face ‘twas always sought.