Opalescence

Myriad filaments of light and memory

Encircle my sight in dizzying ecstasy;

Where is truth in this bright catastrophe?

Don't let it fade to silent ebony.

Remain in stillness, scarcely breathing

Displays of shining cloth unweaving,

Now the truth I am perceiving;

Escape this, but there is no leaving.

When the dawn does finally break

And the images cease to shake,

Inspiration new is there to take.

Why should there be change to wake?