Sometimes
angels sang
in his head
as he lay
across the aubergine and green bed
Sometimes the sun
danced elliptical
edging his cup
fingers tap tapping
cosmical coded eclipses
Sometimes the day
just began this way
open windows
white blinds
even traffic softer
as if the dust of dark ages
shed and unknown
precisely the time of his life
Comments
Love this piece of work … as I do all of your poems.
The Nana x