In Trance Sing


In my midnight seas sometimes

A thought occurs something stirs

The deep wells often tremble into

A mirror filling with eyes waves begin to rise

And in the space that may exist before they fall

Pictures form from times before we left the place

That was who and where we were meant to be

Got washed away by the coming day and that which was

Now is no more . . .



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Written on 2026-01-23 at 00:34

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
When I read this I was struck with the thought that it is a very poignant write. Nostalgia is the keyword here, I feel, and if my interpretation is correct tears are described with novel metaphors. Thanks for sharing. Blessings, Allen
2026-01-23