Back Then

And weary I was, awakening again
to I feel, therefore I am.
Stood in the rain beneath a tree
reconsidering the ruins and haunts
of all that I have seen or been.
But most, the light that moved
and changed whene’r mine eye
sought to fix it
and a stream of sensation
lapping over the rocks of memory.

I could have told you then
in that moment what it all meant
and expressed you as pure colour.
That instant, its immediacy
and sensuous reverie.
All seen in a picturesque sublime.
The beautiful and permanent
imaginings of Nature.
Their conscious equation with Truth
beyond Time.
My spirit healed
in the affects of sensibility.
My soul in surrender
to a deep serene.

(1st published here Jan. 29, 2015)

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