Sometime Ago ~ Spirit in the Glass

Spirit in the Glass

photography of glass ball on brown rock formation during sunset
Photo by Daniel Fawcett on


Spirit in the glass

hand outreached touches the rim

inch by inch slowly moving

the gentle sound of the deep cup

echoes in the wind

fingers sweep the edge

with the feel of a feather

he is immortal time has no meaning

captured by love of life

fearing the end, fearing an end

slipped into the glass

hidden from the world in a corner

in plain view, for the glass is clear

All can see through,  no man,

no woman , no person is looking

If unseen , unheard, it never exists, no

ignorance is bliss, but intolerable…….

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