Forgetting the glances,
the long dark drift
of glistening dewy webs
spread in the misty dawn
Sound as thin as air
Soft, like filmy frost
that rimes the windows
on icy mornings
A tune as quiet as breathing
labyrinths of colour
without landfall
or metaphor
Letting go
to idle and float
From the surf sea sands
Into the fathomless ocean
No strut or clasp
but in its place,
the soul can rise
in all the washing wonder of the world
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 7:36 PM UTC
Forgetting the glances,
the long dark drift
of glistening dewy webs
spread in the misty dawn
Sound as thin as air
Soft, like filmy frost
that rimes the windows
on icy mornings
A tune as quiet as breathing
labyrinths of colour
without landfall
or metaphor
Letting go
to idle and float
From the surf sea sands
Into the fathomless ocean
No strut or clasp
but in its place,
the soul can rise
in all the washing wonder of the world
