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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476854" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Silence Here</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silence here, long whispers of moonlight <br>suggesting things invisible appear, <br>occult constellations I read in reverse <br>on the chilly night air. Wildflowers <br>in the high abandoned starfields <br>soaked in the dew of ten thousand eyes<br>as the lone nighthawk of my overview of life <br>tilts its wings toward you as if the wrist <br>of the falconer were the bough of a tree <br>in the sacred groves on the island of Mona, <br>though I know you sleep in the shadows <br>of the mountains of Arizona.<br> <br>Hear me, sweet one, do you in your dream? <br>I've filled your pillow with clouds <br>and the whimsy of mystical flight feathers<br>to replace the hard rock of the world<br>you lay your head down upon, <br>and pull the sword out of the wound<br>like the thorn of a star <br>from the palm of your hand, <br>from the kissing stone of your meteoritic heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I circumambulate it thrice <br>like a rogue planet with shepherd moons <br>like lambs that lie down with the wolf<br>as if you were all directions of prayer at once<br>and I was marking out magic circles around<br>your house of life like a wolf star on the wind<br>high above the timberline <br>in an agony of longing to touch you <br>like candlelight in the secret shrine <br>where you go to heal the eyes of the flowers <br>the blazing of the desert sun <br>blinds like midnight at noon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too long I've been a lighthouse on the moon <br>for shipwrecks well past warning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too long I've been a night light in a morgue <br>to usher the ghosts of the dead to the best seats<br>in the darkened theatre of classic reruns <br>of the karmic movies they made <br>like double features of their lives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too long I've been the antidote of those <br>who were snake-bit by happy endings <br>that were mesmerized stone cold in the eyes <br>of snakeoil salesmen in a cult of spitting cobras.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too long I've been the nightwatchman <br>who walks the long lonely halls <br>in a library of Coles notes and cheat sheets<br>where the ingenuous come to apprentice themselves <br>to the arcane grammars of an antiquated magic <br>that long ago dropped out of nightschool.<br> <br>Too long I've been shedding <br>these old musty graduate robes <br>to walk alone in the skin of dragons <br>who know that true enlightenment<br>doesn't maintain a teacher, as the masters say, <br>making a deep bow <br>and then going their own way<br>knowing their small magic is merely<br>the porchlight to a palace of wisdom <br>where you leave your eyes on the threshold <br>of a doorway into a zodiac of eclipses <br>where all the house lights have been turned off <br>and aren't the signs of anything <br>you can see better in the dark than you can <br>by the light of fireflies trying <br>to organize their insights <br>into a constellation of first magnitude stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Existential mobiles! Humanizing chandeliers! <br>Who asks for passports from the mirrors<br>that coyote us through the desert <br>like mirages without any tears? <br>I'm a mountain range of ice bergs on the move. <br>I'm breaking up camp like a star cluster <br>to follow a gazelle across <br>the grasslands of the Sahara <br>long before paradise poured like sand <br>between the fingers of an hourglass<br>to tell it how beautiful it is <br>when it runs like a flash flood over the rocks <br>of a dry creek bed with a frayed delta<br>of lines around its eyes <br>like a waterclock of life <br>that knows it's never too late to meet the sea.<br>And how much thrives in the wake of the journey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a><div class=q>
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suggesting things invisible appear, 
occult constellations I read in reverse 
on the chilly night air. Wildflowers 
in the high abandoned starfields 
soaked in the dew of ten thousand eyes
as the lone nigh..."></div>
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