The music listened to
The silence inhaled,children asleep (and who can’t watch them?)
And i step out beneath a canopy of stars not possible to see from within the limits of cities,
The recent days forgotten of how the big lamp was turned on and the soft days recede to to a dim memory of damp seconds
And………and?
I am reminded of a poem
By a friend; McLean….
‘Loss for words on white paper
Like no footprints in snow
Why ruin it?’
Flights of angels sing you to your rest
CVBlack