Four Days

It’s been four days
And seventeen hours
And thirty-two minutes
And fifty three seconds

Since I saw you last
Since I checked the hourglass

Where was my mind then?
What did we feel?
Beside you I lay
Nothing left to conceal

A halo between us
This luminous crown
The space interim cannot see us
We have nothing left to be found

Merciful

© GÄ

Published by

Geino Äotsch

|B|arber |M|usic |T|ea I am an artist & an advocate. A spiritual lover. Executive Director for ALARK.org Author of Poeticword.com & tHEtERRYtREE.com Creator & Owner at Goldenlungtea.com Music & Hair at Geinos.com