The Field-Watcher When in the shadows of the passing day A seat is found, asleep in calm Soundness, as activity of the mind Cease, and the slow and wavy dreams Of reality vanish by timeless Art, he who observes the secrets Of the fast-forgotten world finds purpose Insensible to sleep, remnant Of future life. The fullness of the stars Softly infuse the distant sky With rays of obscure light, the horizon Ever holds the dawn in glimmer. Douglas Thornton 2018
Here is a Valentine's Day excerpt from Woodland Poems entitled: Atheotha and Hayuya Hayuya: Love as dreams of deepest matter of night, For love that sleeps I take my care, Love purest-born, accepting sight, Forlorn of woman's touch upon my hair: For love of Atheotha I repair. Atheotha: Never have I dreamed of sympathy's sight For more to see in love to dream at night, Of he to be my only care; For love, my cares already white, With beads and purple shells I braid my hair. Hayuya: This moon was white this night my love was made, The night I saw a gleaming light, Dancing in the green-corn parade When quick my hand caressed her passing sight: Our eyes soon met and thought that love just might. When I was touched as by he