A moment of time for awesome poetry
Before this hour is wasted
by Rose Auslaender, published in "The forbidden Tree"
Before this hour is wasted, before
this beatuy is wasted: Come
to this horizon-line, this shore,
with open heart and some
faith, just a tiny spark of faith.
Stones rise to Himalaya height -
and what you mind might
change to in the starry night
is left for you to fathom when
you are prepared. It is within reach:
Less than a maile, a step, a turn
to another direction - this cobalt beach.
Before this hour is wasted, this ripe
hour is wasted, make haste!
There are not many hours
like this to waste!