Bells Of Temples Poem by Always Alone

It is something in you that brings to a halt the breath of the poems horses.
It amazes the bells of temples.
It makes me wild about it, mad and tired.
It crazes the letters of speech.
Yet, it brings me peace.

It is something like what is in the balconies of cities,
The champers of ships,
The inside depth
Of homes and eyes.
It is something like being flying in the storms and suddenly you fall into quietness.
It is something like the tapping of fingers when comforted by music.
It is something like the good news that calls your attention to the paper.
It is something like the string of ports warbling to a ship.
It is something in you.

It is something in you that does not begin or end.
It made me return to the pen to defy pain with letters; laugh with time; explode the barricades of roads; know when to be rain; and realize when to be flame.
It is something in you.