What Wakes
That, iridescent...... memory.
And, cause it, to come forth.
What, rouses it, from its slumber ?
So it resonates, within my core !
Sometimes, the mood....
Generates,
a sound.
Though, no one hears !
But all......., can feel.
Like, an omnipresence, cloud.
Hanging....... in the air !
Black emotions.
That fires ......the heart,
and stirs
the blood.
Giajl © Jim Love