XXVII

XXVII

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

The Distance Bell

I think there's more to this memory
Now ghost on the waters reflection
I saw her eyes for the very first time... 
And how her nerves comforted me to not be nervous myself...
A quiet rain stormed June as if the earth fell silent nature... 
Wind blew beneath the sleeping willows 
And ancient chimes rang the distant bell 
Of tomorrow 
Just as the night grew further than the horizon fades... 
Into the other soul, other light... 
Memories of what might have been, would be.
To continue... to remain... 
I think there's more to this mystery 
Now ghost on the waters reflection... 

Monument Sculpture of Christ
With eyes wide open, eyes wide shut 

Eternal peace.  

No comments:

Post a Comment