Glenda PalmerVibert

It is the night, it is the night
When they come - those
Phantom thoughts that
plague my quiet,
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I looked at shadows
From the past last night
A dumb show, they mimed
their lives away on crumbling
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Saint Valentine's Day?
One day in the year for love?
But my love for you is for all
the days and for all the years
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What are we doing
On this speck
Whirling around in space
What are we for
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Long shimmering days
Somnambulant meanderings
Through the haze of a
June afternoon
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What can I see from my window
This cold December day?
I see the pale gold of winter sun
And hungry birds pecking away
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On mid October mornings
The tired sun sleeps late
And night's reluctant shadows
Withdraw themselves and wait
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Nothing changes
People are the same
Wars and killings and hatreds.
Nothing changes
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We don't go to church anymore
We worship in supermarkets.
Supermarket congregations are faithful
To the various denominations.
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Days gather purple patterns
of darkness, weak warmth of
winter's sunlight diluted
in autumn's golden chill.
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