Listening - Alister Benn



Light to touch and feel - Enveloped in a golden tomb

An alien home for the survivors

Time flowing by - Too quickly for the eye

Flickering strands of moments passing

Like grasses in the wind I feel small but grow tall

Rising above myself to the zenith of belief in the I, of me.

Building blocks tiny, yet strong - Silicone dreams of flesh and sand

I hold the future in the palm of my hand as my mind Lights up like a golden Aurora

Like you, I change constantly, and unbidden

You drift from one moment to the next

Our futures are linked - we are one

I blow kisses To the wind and listen back

For the words of love - I can hear you.



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