Cross

"Cross"

Wide spread. Very wide indeed.
And in reality. Forests, fields of yellow.
Meeting with broom and brave.

Night...sounds, echoing the drawing.
Surplus quietude, pulsating solitude.
Lovely and sweet...so close to the...

Moving unmovingly. Points, more of them.
Like a net. Infinitely fine.
Orange and purple and the rest.
Peaceful quest. Queitly shimmering.
Shocking by its own innocence. Fresh,
Like freedom just discovered. Evening
In the garden. Granted the place. Nothing
To please. Just the...

Hiss. More words...they dance to escape
The pen. No need to simulate. Sound of silence.