The turning light that lit in part <br />Our view <br />Increasing our will and desire <br />To reach the burning fire. <br /> <br />Red blue and yellow turned <br />The light and other colors too <br />Revolved before us advancing <br />Fast <br />Marching, marching, marching <br /> <br />Under our feet we felt, we heard <br />The crackling sere leaves crushing <br />Screaming their screams at our <br />Hurting them in that partial dark <br />When in the high heavens passed <br />A bat that screamed out flown <br />By a mute silent lark <br />That sought its home by dark <br /> <br />For we humans were <br />Why <br />We were marching, marching, marching <br />Always <br />In an approximate straight line trudging <br />With lanterns <br />The light that turned and a weak moon <br />And even weaker stars in misty haze <br />For we humans were <br />Marching, marching, marching. <br />Around the scents of wild leaves <br />And bushes sleeping <br />In the subconscious aromas <br />Dreaming <br />Dreaming <br />dreaming <br /> <br />And <br />From the distance we could view <br />The turning light that lit in part <br />Our view <br />Increasing our will and desire <br />To reach the burning fire. <br />For this be life <br />And let this be life, my Monsignor. <br />For <br />From the distance we could view <br />The turning light that lit in part <br />Our view <br />Increasing our will and desire <br />To reach the burning fire.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-distance-we-could-view/
