Feelings Of Beings

From somewhere a day is coming Just as my hours are going Together they are all summing Whatever there is there growing Turning the page of the ages Through every aspect of life Giving its prospecting wages That to the moments must strife Feeling the darkness of wanting Everything comes to day's height Through streets of mystic chanting Where there was once some night Feelings of beings and finding Steadfastly splitting every try Moments of today some blinding With their clouds in their sky Yesterday rivers are paling In to the forest of resting Coming and going or veiling Round their wings adjusting Love songs to drink like black wine From the breast of all being Progress of past must some shine For generations later on seeing *After reading, Interior and Across by O. Paz - I wrote the above.