What do you hear? When the sun fades.
Late October.
When the day breaks into darkness.
Beams of light are your only guide.
A sky flooded, with distant suns.
You look up, the universe looking down at you.
Tired eyes. Creased feet.
Distant sirens of patrol.
Distant feline tears.
Do you feel it? The north wind,
Caressing your hair, like a mother's touch.
That brings along, sweaters and socks.
That brings along, peace.
Christmas carols on the radio.
Christmas bells in narrow streets.
Not too far.
I sit here, tucked under.
Under length of rice lights.
Reminiscing. Thankful.
Looking forward.
Looking forward to home.
YOU ARE READING
Depths
PoetryIt's not been too long since I started writing. But I've found peace in writing unlike anything else. Here are my thoughts, what I feel, what I see, my perceptions, and my imagination. Welcome.
