11 September 2020
Wooden beams smoulder into molten glory;
Flames licking the crevices exposed.
Life sleeps still, a cocoon protected from the elements.
By four chairs I sit, listening to the velvet soft
Of Ed Sheeran’s hymn.
A cacophonous sound fills the perimeter,
Beyond the reach of my Attention’s grasp;
While I imagine conversations with the Nightwalker above.
Who fills the sky with starry doves,
That fly and leave a trail of wonder,
Before twirling into the hidden puffs.
Do I Dare Disturb The Universe? 