Time in the Key of Life
That night we were out on the terrace,
listening to the sound of the world.
Wind lifting the trees
and sifting them down again,
party patter from across the street
and two fences over
chiming off the old-gold bowl of heaven
in cream petals.
We could hear the breath of stars
inky blue all around us.
That night we were out on the terrace,
listening to the sound of the world.
Wind lifting the trees
and sifting them down again,
party patter from across the street
and two fences over
chiming off the old-gold bowl of heaven
in cream petals.
We could hear the breath of stars
inky blue all around us.
posted by burning moon at 8:34 PM
3 Comments:
your ability to write what you see around you, and all that is unseen in that same moment, is unparallelled, this is a lovely lovely snippet of a moment captured my friend
thanks. I do feel as though I captured something of the feeling of the moment I was trying to convey in this.
I hope that doesn't sound conceited
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