Áhpi
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Beneath the spangled, silent dome of night,
Where countless pinpricks pierce the deep expanse,
A solitary road, a path of pale moonlight,
Reflects the universe in frozen trance.
A golden column rises, an earthly star,
From unseen habitations, warmth and plea,
Lost in the vastness of what is and what will be,
Whispering secrets to the cosmos from afar,
Under the eternal, endless, blue-black sea.
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from the image The Silent Beacon af Chris Lauer
Through beaded glass, a world in softened blur,
The sky a canvas, bruised with coming storm,
Or lingering past, where sunbeams still confer
A fading warmth upon the cooling form
Of urban sprawl, a silent, dreaming town.
Each droplet holds a universe, concise,
Distorting light, then letting visions drown
In liquid lens, a transient, cold device.
We gaze through veils, at what we think we see,
A filtered truth, reflections of our mind,
The distant sun, a veiled epiphany,
A longing for what we have left behind.
The world outside, a mystery so deep,
Refracted hope, where shadows softly creep.
Yet look again, beyond the falling tears,
That golden glow, it pierces through the gray,
A promise whispered, calming all our fears,
That even after darkest storms, a brighter day
Will dawn anew, and wash the world so clean,
Leaving behind the diamonds of the rain,
A testament to what has always been,
That light, though hidden, will return again.
from the image Through Rain and Glass af Chris Lauer
created & © 2025 by: 📷 Chris Lauer & 📜 af bARdisT LennArrrt