The Thunder-Spirit Night time--the orange Clouds withhold oncoming rain; Afar the thunder Lingers to oblivion: Restless are the ways That fulfill unspoken dreams Their lives amongst us, As time that summons passing As a startled bird To wake us in the moonlight Of a winter sleep. Douglas Thornton
Unpublished Poetry Series: The Bowl-Carver by Douglas Thornton
The Bowl-Carver
Closeness of the night,
Figure of what is intimate,
Turn the strange effects
Of elusive image to dreams
We shall never keep,
And beauty of the eye unfolds
From all misfortune,
Through measure of love, or fairer
Sort of sight attained,
A hope that in despondent mind
Memory will see
The action missed. All things are made
By revealing space
Where nothing was, like when the moon
Comes up, the further
As its form seems to drift away,
The night deepening
With inner light admits a joy
Seldom incomplete.
Douglas Thornton
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