The silence of night, contrasting acutely With the noise of day Cuts with its sharp edge of intensity Through my very being. Then the warmth of the blood of fermenting thought Trickles teasingly through the veins of creative powers, Urging in its flow, The birth of some new form of beauty. Will the silence of eternity, Following close on restless life Seep through the soul And urge into timeless being, Vaster, latent thought divine? |