Glass Bells
tentatively we touch
gentleness a brushed lingering
rising waves of repetition unfold
achingly intense
crisp as belled glass
full of heartache, plump with longing
life races toward … to ward …
in spiral tip toed pirouettes
trailing across the tympanic membranes
sliding up and down scales
darkness sharp and ivory keys
sound reminds
6/9/14
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2014
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