The Beginning Of The First Mists Poem by Oleh Wolansky

The beginning of the first mists, hovering, incandescent;
The halcyon repose of a bird before the ascendancy of a note.
The flight into the pathways made by sound.
Distant callings before the summoning of a journey.
Into the valley of music descends the words chosen before time.

Transcribe a note into a redeemable portrait of an illusion?
The message of countless repeated points, the incalculable end all,
Circumambulated, circumvented into an equation.

That there streams prismatic effulgent lights from this remove,
That shelters the image to become the first dawning of a thought;
By moving from barely adumbrated lines of recognition,
The discerning elements of this Prelude,
To a joyous creation: a breath of yet un-birthed radiance!

Cloaked in the foreshadowing of a rebirth:
The illimitable lights that besprinkle the lambent journey through the stars.