nephilim56

THE ORNATE BOWL

He watches
The dancing flame
That lights the night
Thoughts to tame
The seafood
In cast iron bowl
Ornate design
Cracked and old.

The air it spits
Sparks on wind
To a higher heaven
Invisible wings
Upward sighing
A deeper sky
To meet the clouds
Floating by.

In this moment
Now uplifting
A million stars
Ears listening
Voices from afar
Like memories drifting
The lonely hour 
Shifting.


Through thoughts
Like a movie show
His lips to glass
Emotion low
Another drink
A cigarette or two
Where within
This night are you ?