Beside the Black River

A gold light,
a diffusion of sunlight,
from everywhere
and from nowhere at once;
now, beside the black river,
the sorrow is all there is to prolong

The world shall pass from the earth;
good will bloom, strong and clean;
and all that suffered through having existed
shall be forgotten

Christina Murphy, 2015

Remixed Work:
There is a Gold Light in Certain Old Paintings, by Donald Justice