“The Italian Goatherd”
Camille Corot

weep not for crimson light
disappearing into night
peer east for ocher’s hue
grand entrance for things new

cry not for those who leave
indulge a moment to bereave
look instead to lively eyes
which overshadow bluest skies

solemnity makes senses aware
far off light draws our stare
knowing beauty for all to come
shadows to which we shan’t succumb

there is real life in a moment’s sigh
cherished time with heaven nigh
and life if viewed by hour’s chime
shall miss this moment’s sacred time.

(c) 2015 rick stassi