Sounds

Written 10-12-09, Boulder CO. Inspired by music. Listening to one of my absolute favorite movie soundtracks of all time: "Once", by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova Work in progress It was like the smell of green. Supurb and sublime and unattainable. The darkness smells like a candle burning toward the bottom of its wick. Wax…

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What a ghostly whisper of feeling That passes through as a slight sinewy shade A sound that causes an action Like the fluttering of a bird responding to the creak of a tree Arising Regal, silent, strong, protective This sense that is perfectly comprehensible yet in the same instantaneous moment so terribly mysterious I believe…