Slowly sunset
dissolves the scene
taking the river
& hiding it
in night
(only the ear
hears it still) .
Even mountains
disappear
become a darker blue
within a darker blue
hues
within hues.
Only the memory
placing things where
it thinks they may
have been.
birds create
a tapestry
of song
that can be
almost seen.
the mind joins
...the dots
to create
what cannot be
yet is
a patchwork quilt of sound
where even silence
shines
like the brightest colour
and Time
tenderly
erases yet
another day.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tender-is-the-night-early-onelia-christmas-poem/
