It's Still Life

Night’s Speed

We are not aware of time passing,
night’s time flies at different speed.
Not the speed of fragrance.
Nor an incense nose.

And we woke
without an alarm clock,
rose to the stillness of quiet stars.

Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005. ISBN 978-960-7120-19-9. A concise explanation of Found Poetry and Dadaism can be read at Found Poetry