Temples of Glass
there's change when awoken
in hours dark
where birds are yet to sing
horns sit in the harbours
silent in abandon
I search within the light
across the mighty mighty seas
of antiquity
I don't need eyes
to see
as I feel
your beauty
cutting thru the fog
its fragments, its filters
emoting in the echos
an open mind
it's playing
a harpsichord of hope
tethered
strung out
wrapped around your anchors
and you're still there
in my blindness
a feeling
free flowing
forever reaching
for a future of living
the eternal verities of life
outside looking back
at the sacred temples of glass
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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