BELL
Sound spreads like a cold splash
trembling with high connections.
The exuberant voice of the bell
shatters the hush of air.
Great clouds seem to echo,
startling dreamers, breaking
the deep tone of somber thoughts.
There is a wondering at sound,
ringing out the morning mist
or the last remains of day.
There is a coloring of time,
bulging outwards like a
courier with urgent news.
Why, bell, do you remind us
of the passing hours when
mind, listening to a long-lost
song, only wishes to travel
backwards.
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 5:29 AM UTC
BELL
Sound spreads like a cold splash
trembling with high connections.
The exuberant voice of the bell
shatters the hush of air.
Great clouds seem to echo,
startling dreamers, breaking
the deep tone of somber thoughts.
There is a wondering at sound,
ringing out the morning mist
or the last remains of day.
There is a coloring of time,
bulging outwards like a
courier with urgent news.
Why, bell, do you remind us
of the passing hours when
mind, listening to a long-lost
song, only wishes to travel
backwards.