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


© GÄ

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Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of & - Tea Maker & Owner of - Hair & Music at