Particles to keep
21-22 February 2016

The fog clung to him
Like a parasite on beast
That shuddered anew
Confusion reigned in bosom
Replicating dormant fears
The moon high in sky
Glistened on frozen landscapes
Colour of silver
Within my heart the stillness
Shone with steely glint’s tremors
The clouds soft whispered
To pregnant skies that would weep
Particles to keep
Like uncertain skies I shed
Secrets of life that we dread
Reading of the poem:

Too much Heaven – Bee Gees