LISTENING

The words float
Across the parallel,
Visions appear
Distant and shrouded
Memories,
Just photos of ghosts
And I sit
Listening.
Happy days
Passionate nights,
A saucer full of secrets
Their pursed lips
Imprinted.
My eyes closed
Basking in spontaneous illumination
Just
Listening.
Time traveling
Toward topographic oceans,
Mystical and magical
Merlin casts his spell
Its ethereal,
Drifting on Dozmary pool
An uncertain smile
Only
Listening.
Brief moments
Machineries of joy,
The world of acoustic illusion
Disappears.
Then back into reality
Headphones off
No more listening
The hollow sounds
Of
Hearing.
Phil Hall  January 2015