Glance

Around and around
the red blue mind. 
Thoughts creep and whisper
in thin grey lines. 
Music to ears 
as silence to sleeping.
Deposit in years,
a warm heart beating.
Ask me now, 
where I have been.
I answer by staring
in low dull hymn.

Comments

One response to “Glance”

  1. […] Original published Nov. 2019 […]

    Like

Leave a comment