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Nicholas David Klacsanzky : Poet and Pundit

The Watchman Penance

46.The Watchman Penance


All is silent, divinely quiet

Inside this sacred abode

Of the sun.

Within this hushed rapture,

Unity dawns upon my isolation

From a heart quenching melody.


It carves my benign being

Into a shapeless form;

A part and parcel of the whole.

Like a delicate sway in the breeze

Filling the essence of all

With songs of spring.


Like a pure rhapsody of unison,

Everything emerges as nothing.

There only remains a soothing salve

Of harmonious flow,

Floating on a flutter of joy.