Seen and Unseen

April 24, 2009
Under the blazing noontide sun,
In a land where crystal rivers run,
A world hides just out of sight,
The shadowed world akin to light.
The stars are high and bright tonight,
But theirs is a cold and distant light.
Among the frosted, moonlit fields,
Mountains stand like gilded shields.
Night and day stand well apart,
Each with its own bright, blazing heart;
The moon is soft, the sun is kind,
But does that matter to the blind?

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