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 an excerpt from a poem entitled Anectahi's Chant published in Woodland Poems.
Anectahi's Chant
The hearts of men rest
Far from where they sleep
And dream profusely
In the night; absence
Is the only joy
That moves their spirits
Closer to the form
Each impression hides.
Obscure be the ways
In which their visions
Turn truth in the mind
To rename its fate,
And by this, conceive
Of present worth, false
Entangled judgements
Not to be escaped.
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