the golden orb descends
like a memory fastened hard in silence,
whispering that gentle culmination of sound.
the night recalls that wisdom, shattered
across the feeble, thankless wonderings of time.
thus all else ascends the frozen façade of life.
so gently fall the rain, and over me,
and wash the light in moonbeams, flickered by
the eminence of totality and sky,
the words are a revised excerpt from “and sky” © 1990 R.J. Dawnne Gee, published 1993, in “the sabre”; this version © 2014 Jered Dawnne