Total eclipse,
Of all things that we see;
Breaking our thoughts,
With fire of desire.
But still we stand the same,
With nothing here gone;
And speak the same words,
With in these different thoughts.
They come to us quite new,
With every man that's born;
He whispers his birth
Into the ahead road,
And riches us with
Charm he only knows.
Yet everything is here
And growing still on,
Into eclipses of time;
Emptiness is nowhere yet
For we are fulfilled with words,
And distances are born again.
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/total-eclipse-3/
