Quietness reigns
this golden morning,
ensconced in my glass tower.
All around on the ground
below these eyes,
the world crawls.
Like beetles,
almost,
in my power.
This moment in time
sonorous in its silence
seemingly tranquil.
I await the oncoming storm,
serene, etiolate
denuded of fear.
Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 3:28 PM UTC
Quietness reigns
this golden morning,
ensconced in my glass tower.
All around on the ground
below these eyes,
the world crawls.
Like beetles,
almost,
in my power.
This moment in time
sonorous in its silence
seemingly tranquil.
I await the oncoming storm,
serene, etiolate
denuded of fear.
Copyright C Rosser
