Without Moving (From, Illuminating Night)

Without moving to anywhere, Sweetness comes like a gift; Sharing joy here and there, Inspirational sight uplift. The pleasures in the waves, Bolts of blood and sky; What's hidden in conclaves? And the moments beautify. Like the ocean in autumn, And shells that go on shore; The past is desideratum, Without knowing what it's for. It comes in steps return, Close and sometimes twisted; From it we must then learn, For why it is so persisted. Without moving we'll find, What's touched time's breast; Today's the roadway blind, And to near futures the least. Waterfall and the blooming, In what your heart might sing; The times are now resuming, Before there comes new spring.