Imagist Extraction
all is lost
what seemed so far away
vanishes
in despair
echos so softly
packed
are late remembered
in folded sleep
a cool murmur
swept
into nothingness
is renewed
emerges& beats
a tender thrill
this floating flotsam
of the
soul
invisible
a call unheeded
slips
into the remote
shadowlands
of silent
tones
where transperance
clings
& is renewed
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2020
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