As a match lit in a deep and darkened forest <br />shines briefly and makes such shadows <br />that flicker in the imagination and lend to <br />the most beautiful of flora a fearful aura; <br /> <br />and as through the night we watch the stars <br />and catch them in a net like heart that <br />vibrates in heavenly harmonious chords <br />bending moon beams to the earth; <br /> <br />and poets flock upon the morning light <br />each with their foretelling of the end of night <br />until in noonday sun we know <br />it is not that sun which comes or goes; <br /> <br />we knew not what we know <br />and thought we knew <br />what names and forms do show <br />that suns come up and moons shadows creep <br />and only the stars can heaven meet; <br /> <br />until in noonday sun we knew <br />and knowing which all time stood still <br />and there was no one left to tell, <br />then a simple question asked <br />swiftly summoned back the dark.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ask-who/
