Wednesday, 26 October 2011

the brickwork beneath exposed

sleep tight. night flight.

a mosaic of sound
through which a pin dropped
quietening mother of pearl,
crystal voices.
pulling the threads tighter.

i sing to the gods
who made it
that you would reciprocate
so beautifully..

1 comment:

magnoliaamber said...

I somehow want to sit and close my ears just to hear the crystal voices.. dreamy and beautiful piece!