What if I saw things differently?
Like a moon unveiled by a setting sun
Like a stranger revealing with a glance
A landscape in the furrows of a face
Wishes that become commands
The shadow of a drape assuming a new form
The obvious becoming a mystery
What if the solid dissolves?
And I gulp without compunction
Sniff the odours of commotion
Abandon and trust
©dbyrne april 2015
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2015
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