The Aftermath

Intricate shivers
hover in the air
like harmonies unheard.

Sleep dance
disturbed
delicate
fundamental.

Knowing the perfection

of the final
the ultimate arch
the everlasting forgotten

We break

(slowly)

into

wakelessness

by Andrew Fincham

Comments (1)

Sorry Andrew. I couldn't understand it. Please explain for me. I love to discuss poems with other poets. I would love to discuss yours. Hugs Jan