One Single Impression: Gold

There is a fine line
Between night and day
That marks the space
Between now and secret truth
Cross the line
Come inside
Leave the lights off
No more shadows
No more seeing too clearly
What is wrong or missing
There is no need now
That golden line
Between night and day
Is a gift and a promise
In darkness and silence
Dream your dreams.
Touch them.
A new day comes
To be them
And breathe them.

Comments

  1. Beautiful words and thoughts as always, Sandy. What lovely way to start my day. Hope you have a wonderful weekend.

    Sylvia

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  2. Anonymous12:07 PM

    Of the two witnesses, hold the principal one.

    Beautiful- a choice within a choice.

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  3. I always like to be in that golden light. There seems nothing impossible then.

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  4. liked your thoughts, lots of symbolism possible and different meanings.

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  5. Absolutely gorgeous!

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  6. A dream... or the fondest of wishes.

    Beautiful in either case.

    As always.

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  7. That is a beautiful poem. That is my favorite time of day - when I'm awake for it.

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  8. I enjoy this wonderful poem, Sandy. Both day and night are very beautiful, and the line between them is so fascinating.

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  9. Hello Sandy, that was heartfelt.

    By the way, Happy Hearts Day and Kung Hei Fat Choi (Happy Chinese New Year). :)

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  10. Sandy: Your talent makes me smile.

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  11. Beautiful... as always. Your poetry has a certain depth that compells one to find his way to the "other" realm.

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  12. Very nice, Sandy -- lovely depth of perception :)

    wishes,
    devika

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  13. zoya gautam1:17 AM

    .. when in this frame of mind u write such beautiful poems ..

    _ the poem starts to talk to the reader ..

    many thanks ..

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  14. Love the idea of the fine line being a "golden line"! Beautiful!

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  15. A most clever take on the prompt. Loved it.

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  16. Sandy, dear

    HAPYY VALENTINE´S DAY
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  17. Hi Sandy;

    I want to dream a dream and when the morning comes, have it realized or make it happen?

    Beautifully written dear!

    Have a great week ahead!

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  18. Beautifully written! My favorite: "Cross the line
    Come inside
    Leave the lights off
    No more shadows"

    This alone expresses so much for me.

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  19. That fine line is a beautiful place to fall, and so often it eludes me! Your words were comforting.

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  20. gold bringing gifts and promises...well said!!

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  21. yeah, that golden line between night and day is certainly a gift :D

    nicely written! :)

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  22. your poem is wonderfully inspiring Sandy, thank you.

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  23. Inspiring and beautiful.. just like you.

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  24. very nice and motivating!!!

    loved it!

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  25. Oh, to breathe your dreams! A beautiful poem, Sandy. Thank you.

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  26. That fine line that demarcates the old with the new, and maybe the conscious with our dreams. I try to weave these dreams into what could be. It seems so often I sit on the dreams, not believing they can come true, then get discouraged with the present. This poem invokes deep thoughts today.

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  27. Oh, yes! That golden line - beautiful poem!

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  28. It is golden how you encourage us to live the moment no matter when that might be...

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  29. Sandy, I like your golden line. Now to touch my dreams for the new day. It sounds good. Be optimistic about things, right?
    ..

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  30. Inspiration for the new beginnings.....
    Wonderful take...

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  31. Beautiful and inspiring.

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  32. I love that line- that space- when anything and everything is possible! It fades too quickly though...

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  33. I can take so many meanings from this poem. It may sound strange but it made me think of women who have had breast cancer and had a mastectomy. In the darkness there is no need to see what is missing. Is it really nissing at all? The self still exists and that golden line that you speak of does seem a promise of possibilities!

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