Bewilderment

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
be seen

Yet, still you are not here - not joy

Just bewilderment ...

by Marion Cole

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