Viridiana is a vast blue ocean
In which ten thousand treasures lie unseen.
Rays glide like intimations in slow motion,
Intent on meaning more than they can mean.
Deeper still are jewels that wait for sunlight,
Iridescent on their beds of bone.
Awash in a white innocence like moonlight,
No grace can be perceived till it, unknown,
Awakens with the clarity of stone.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Video Music: Not the Streets You Used to Walk Along. By Philipp Weigl. Performed by Philipp Weigl at the
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