Analysis

ANALYSIS

Deep night finds blossoming in dawn, where light
And shadow crystallise into a dream
Fit to enchant the dormant mind that might
Forever seek in vain to find a seam.

And is it with the day the mind begins,
Or is it that the mind begets the day
For light to rid the onion of its skins
And tinker with the clockwork in the clay?

Things change, things change beneath Eternity,
And when analysis shall have an end
What will remain? Beside a gallows-tree,
A victory banner floating on the wind.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 2, 2020, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Simply beautiful, Ben! I love this. Crafted by a master.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. This is brilliant writing ✍️

    Liked by 1 person

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