18. Dec, 2016

Slow Motion

Unlock the floodgates of music
In the silence
Where we stand
We circle around
An imaginary shape
We guess
We take chances
We listen to each other's
At the back of our minds
On we stand
In the moonlight
We are revealed
In the silvery stream
Of presence
Time fades back
Into purity
A distillation of soul
Is enough.

Frances Fay