23.1.18

There Was A Storm


lush rain falling
the sky unspooled
a light from inside the world
peace, healing, hope


the river rushing over black rocks


a bird song trembling
through the late auburn light
and my own heart trembling
waiting for night



sometimes I think our cells play symphonies we have no awareness of
great music swelling, then gentling, old tunes of the half-forgotten universe
deep within us
and we find ourselves roused to dance
or wary of the world for no apparent reason at all
only the unheard, but felt, music in our blood



will you read this I wonder without a picture ... will you fall in for only words?


4 comments:

  1. only words is fine...they make pictures in my head.

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  2. Exactly... I can 'see' everything you write, so no need for pictures :D
    xx

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