The High Pasture

My watch showed half-past four
And thirty seconds.

Then thinking many thoughts of you
I looked again – it had not moved.
Nor did it as I watched
Forever in that timeless moment.

And so I wandered
In that High Pasture
Where no time passes
Thinking all that could
Be thought of you.

And as no time passed,
I looked at me,
Seeing all possibilities,
All brightness
Even to an angel.

Then all darkness
From drunken pit
To murderer,
All of them mine
If I so wished.

Then shining
Ever changing
Never formed
Into the ending
And beginning,
The destruction and creation.

Into the timeless moment
Of blissful loss
Where I am no more
And still its
Half past four.