Unpublished Poetry Series: The Field-Watcher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

2018