It was written late in February 1980 while I was living in New York City. One of the sofas on which I was allowed to "crash" on a regular basis was in an apartment in the SoHo district. Atop said apartment building, was a splendid rooftop retreat which I visited whenever I could. One remarkable evening at about "5:15 - or so" I witnessed the setting sun reflecting magnificently from the upper floors of one of the skyscrapers a couple miles uptown from me.
Rainbows are also significant and shall be revisited in later posts.
5:15 --- Or So
The sun shines sharply from
Northern monolithic highlands.
Other glimmering baubles reflract
Rainbows in a reminiscing Mind.
Unseasonal for February's normal chill
Sends springtime shivers
Through a fevered Mind.
Alone and one.
Urban, beehive sprawl
Splinters northern sunsets into many.
For a time...
Save for The Never-ending Sound Effect:
Cloudless blue-and-brown hued masking
Hides the endless velvet violet of Stellar regions from
Here, to when "Now" is here,
The panoramic, spectacle
Emblazons and imprints, permanently
A peaceful Mind.
Painful memories remembered
Then filed away: Forgotten,
"Now" becomes the dwelling place of
Northern sunset's mysteries.
For, when reading-thinking-speaking movement ends:
(a transit of a soul's experience)
There is another "Now" to bleach
The stain of Life
Away for one more shot at Eternity...
...an Immortal Mind.