Some days
Days like today
Filled with every thought
And heavy with memory
I just want to stand in the cool of my doorway
A tickling of wind
And watch the night
Stand under the sky,
Silver blue
Indigo light
Little stars
Signal, still time
Listen to the sounds of the city
Cars
Sirens
Footsteps
The clink of a lighter
Echo, Fall away
People returning home
A scent wave
Spring
From a neighbouring garden
My kitchen clock
Its restful tick-ticking
And the silence in between
The stresses and strains of the day
Quietly slipping
Gone away
Dissolving
The tide of night
Washing in
Soothing
The clutter of the city,
Swept clean
fresh and unmarked
As the shoreline
Give me a new day.
About the Creator
Elsa Michaela | @surfthought
When you hear a song
One that stops you in your tracks
That seems spoken from your own mind
Do you listen and listen again?
Follow its streams until a tide,
Inside you
Rushes to fill in the small hollow parts
…Yeah, me too
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