Henri Martin, Mystic Scene, 1895
In the quiet.
There is a hum.
A whispering sound.
A pitch too high to hear.
A touch too light to feel.
We are never alone.
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Sunday, February 26, 2017
Monday, February 13, 2017
A GREEN GLOW
Source: uptional
A light shines in.
All are asleep.
Green glow creeps in.
I hear him weep.
Beep in my head.
No one hears it.
Enough is said.
I can’t bear it.
Vibrates in my ears.
But this cannot be.
Bringing me to tears.
A phone call for me.
Sunday, February 12, 2017
RIDE WITH ME
Source: ivan-ferttmopolys
A ride to hell and back.
I will sit in the back.
We fly through the night air.
Sound barriers we tear.
Demons fly by our side.
I have nowhere to hide.
They take us to their lair.
I’m pulled hard by my hair.
Life is over for me.
I’ll never be set free.
Sunday, February 21, 2016
A HUM
Henri Martin, Mystic Scene, 1895
In the quiet.
There is a hum.
A whispering sound.
A pitch too high to hear.
A touch too light to feel.
We are never alone.
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