I can’t speak this mood
I’m in… Staring me in the face
Winds of change
Are raging
Burning to erase
No muse has spoken
The word to describe
It goes on unsung
The things my mind hides
Earth and fire mix
Form translucent glass
What cannot salvaged
Float off to the past
Give me sight to see
Prescribe the magnified
Give me knowledge pure
To bring me to new life
Chills. And that’s a good thing. Very nice work. 🙂
Thank you very much