Incognito
mold(?) anchored soul;
core swept beneath,
dangling midway of night and dawn -
cell-fused stars,
glimmering inside the stone-walled vestibule;
dare? intrude upon the shores,
those eyes that had no need for tears,
until a waking sunset,
clamored with blasting sounds of tender solitude -
awake before dusk;
fallen asleep into the arms of dissonance,
but ever so gently,
quietly; day into night
lived a galaxy -
tapping and chipping away;
delicately revealing, what(who)
was protected all along
[the Universe called the name,
dwelling (incognito) soon there be;
a voice to return, it waited patiently -
"long enough," so said, Phenomenon.]
Honored that you used my picture!
Hi Schelley Cassidy! Oh, my I loved your image from the moment I saw it. Amazing work! I am so glad you approve with the poem.
Thank you so very much! That makes me feel good.