A Vase of Flowers in a Window Frame

Music: The Stormy Scenes of Winter Sequenced by Barry Taylor

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A vase of flowers in a window frame. A house of gentle light amid dark leaves. An ecstasy so sharp it feels like anguish, The pull that makes our beeline an ellipse. No transcendental morning's inspiration So ravishes the things we never see. We hear for all our lives a silent music To which we dance unknowing through our time. And even when we die, there is a beauty Older than the cold December stars, A part of us that waits behind the darkness To take us once again into its arms.