Quiet
Intimate
Muse flows easy
With the bliss
of every
sip of
tea
Inside
I romanticise
raving Eskimos
in twilight skies
World outside
slinking by
exhausted lines
releasing sighs
reminds me of advice
from a mother
on the by-and-by
twitching,
“the ghosts
that chase you
are the angels
you face
if you turn
to love”
this mind shelter
this café haven
helps me to realise
I’m glad I stopped
running
© 2007 Carl Denyer
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