Another World

 

Once, at sunset, I was granted a glimpse Into another world:

 

Tiny fishermen had cast their lines into the evening light -

a myriad threads were floating out into the darkling air

briefly shimmering gold, and sparkling bright 

among the pollen grains and thistledown

and insects swirling everywhere,

dancing altogether in a silent scintillation,

in a kind of dream of my imagination.

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Seedpods from a maple tree whirled down on fairy wings,

a hidden thrush was moved and then began to sing.

Hummingbirds flashed on and off, like fireflies in the night - 

another world made visible in luminous rays of light.