Barry McGovern
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
Starless, moonless heaven dies on to dawn and never dies.
There in the dark, that window.
Night slowly falling.
Eyes to the small pane gaze at that first night.
Turn from it in the end to face the darkened room.
There in the end, slowly, a faint hand, holding aloft a lighted spill.
In light of spill, faintly, the hand and milk-white globe
Then second hand, in light of spill, takes off globe and disappears, reappears empty, takes off chimney.
Two hands and chimney in light of spill, spill to wick.
Chimney back on, hand with spill disappears, second hand disappears, chimney alone in gloom.
Hand reappears with globe, globe back on, turns wick low, disappears, pale globe alone in gloom.
glimmer of brass bedrail fade birth the death of him that nevoid smile thirty thousand nights stands at edge of lamplight staring beyond into dark hole again window gone
Again and again gone.
Till dark slowly parts again.