They hover in silence
over the roof tops
and descend like frost
on the grey slates,
Waiting always waiting
Until the baby mind
falls silent in sleep,
and still they wait,
listening, listening,
Until breath evens out
Then all the buffers of
the mind are wide open,
They fall like fog,
float down and hypnotise,
Smell like flowers of the dead
They float down and swarm,
softly into the baby mind,
lavender and honey of Summer
still they wait.
Inside now and infesting,
They paralize the voice and
spread out into a void of fear,
The suffocation of a
screaming voice...
No one can hear.
It is really quite beautiful even thoe it sounds to be a nightmare. Bien!
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Wow Paddy you manage to make something that should be frightening and make it beautiful i am stunned by the beauty of your words, A definite ten