The time is moving by <br />Like spurs of sliver threads <br />Opening its deep sky <br />With many gleaming beads <br />The lots of Incidental Stars <br />In light oceans faraway <br />Time's yesteryears scars <br />Before coming of the day <br /> <br />Hold on to what you know <br />For nothing is for certain <br />This stage is just a show <br />To draw up a later curtain <br />We see the same afternoon <br />Before it leaves here on <br />The dark site of the moon <br />Never into sight then drawn <br /> <br />What slips between the two? <br />The sense and knowledge give <br />Are we seeing clearly through? <br />Or can't we that great relive <br />What’s outside there invisible? <br />From the exposed human eye <br />Into too many realities divisible <br />And each one to each - apply<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deep-sky/
