Description
‘A drizzle was pattering softly
Smoke sketched a few curling grey vines,
thunder rumbled in the distance
Streetlights set blooms on tall iron stalks,
a grey veil swirls thick between;
And Humanity,
in its infinite variety,
is burnished by the serene light
that shows the struggle of the soul
Each person with his own strange story,
numbed to tolerance and acquiescence,
none pause to wonder at his fellow’s,
infinitely abject,
shuffling past with our eyes shut
Over us all brood a splendid unanimity;
solemnized and brushed into uniformity
as with a season squandered in grey
Our eyes seem to push through curtains of colour,
which yield like veils and close behind them
In some tranquil space of pure clarity,
look how the light becomes richer;
bloom and ripeness lie everywhere
Glory spreads out and multiplies its splendours
faster than thought can affect its combinations,
or aspiration can utter her longings
We are together;
I press you to me’
VaL smit ©
