Poetry list
shadows
the world is still
lit on the outside
but the shadows are now my home
I never thought
I would know this
that living is so
soft, ephemeral
and insubstantial
I never realised that this reality
is precious cast by
the love that leads
me from the physical
and sensual
from the intellectual and
aesthetic and moral
into the spirit
in which all triumphs
and glories
all time and pleasures
are dappled
dappled into a
new language
in which all is
provisional until
the shades lengthen
and we are taken
into the ecstasy
of perpetual light
© Neil Thompson 2022