Unpublished Poetry Series: The Field-Watcher


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


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