Suddenly, in silence
comes the emptyness.
Hushed and dead,
lie all the neon lights.
What is it like for you?
A wounded earth
blown out by the wind.
Or a wise woman,
freed from the
the lengthening
arc, of their
brocaded honour.?
A Wounded Earth
Suddenly, in silence
comes the emptyness.
Hushed and dead,
lie all the neon lights.
What is it like for you?
A wounded earth
blown out by the wind.
Or a wise woman,
freed from the
the lengthening
arc, of their
brocaded honour.?
A Wandering Poet 