simonhlilly

White page
White mind.

The mind moves
The pen moves.

Outside sounds fade-
The tide of mind roars near.

Whose thoughts are these?
Whence do they come?

Writing in light.
Talking in silence.

Take a thought
Watch it drop
A thousand miles.
Take another……..

Last night
The moon was an ark,
Half light, half dark,
Sweeping through a drift of cloud.
Half the world sleeping,
Half the world watching.
All dreaming.

Shifting on its axis
The earth dreams thst there was a cry
Arising in the east.
Debris swept across lands
What was, suddenly is not.
Dreaming,
The breath comes in
The breath releases.

Echoes
Dreams
Reflections