On a shelf,
Who knows, where.....
Just
Gathering, dust.
Hidden,innocuous.
Nay, it lays, obscure....
A man's life.
I'd nursed, a dream.
And heard, no answer.
As spiders footfalls, echoed .....
And filled, the void.
They left no trail.
Within, that dust.
And
Silent lays my story.
Giajl © Jim Love