Beads

A beautiful amber-autumn afternoon
Flows through the curtains
Curls around the sofa
Enfolding me
Illusions creep along the wall
Glistening motes
ghost angels
Feather fingers touching
soft as shadows
I move quietly
From room to room
One moment to the next
Each second another bead
on the string of Time

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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