mornins find me chasin ghosts
thru sound and silence
while somewhere in the mist
numbers dance without my permission
I’ve fashioned a structure from absence
from the spaces before expectation
where hours stretch waitin to be shaped
into whatever the day demands
seeds planted years ago
now bear fruit without my tendin
invisible orchards that flourish
while I’m lost in the rhythms that pull me under
my hands tell stories of brief devotions
obsessions that mark then fade
the world spins round ideas
I set in motion then left behind
whisper reach from distant shores
where I grant permissions
to a kingdom I built but rarely rule
I nod once to acknowledge
then drift to my sanctuary
of unfinished symphonies
half built creations and words scattered
like stars across the endless sky
in a land of restless thought
where time loosens its rigid grip
and hands that built beginnins
now bend visions without purpose
Powerfully penned, Ambjr. An incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you
You make this sound like it’s a far off place instead of it being in reality. Like the construction of this.
thank you