Bewilderment - Poem by Marion Cole
A crescendo of music stimulating translucent
colours mixing into one ...
A cry so faint, could it be laughter or a cry
of loneliness, lost in time
Startling white flashes of lightening
noiselessly streak across the eye
Dark space, mingle around looking for a
way into or out of the sphere
Bewilderment, music abound, colours rare to
Yet, still you are not here - not joy
Just bewilderment ...
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