. . . The Third & The Seventh . . .

The Third
was a moment of music
a second of joy in handwritten notes
a sequence of shadows
a clean sight of lines
a saturation of color
a romance
a time of you . .
The Seventh
was an epoch of fiction & fairy tales
of clean art
of moving pictures
of sculptures of beauty
of things old - and things new
of lines that swept & blended perfectly into each other
of wind that flowed breath into cities
of wood - paper - glass - earth - steel - smoke & water
of nature in physics
of libraries of sound
of museums of light
of a single quest
of a new beginning
of my ultimate finality
of the day - and how it washes - passing over you . . .