Just
Tie black satin ribbons
around the sun
Dipped the moon
in velveteen space
Smudged the edge
of virgin clouds
sometimes drew a face
Pulling combs through
water creating rivers and seas
catching sunbeams
in the fractured waves
My sighs become the breeze
as it mingles with trees
Sunlight like treacle
sifts between finger and thumb
Living time in seconds
never felt the days
Sit with silence
until sound changes its ways
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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