Close Your Eyes, Charles Womble
Close your eyes.
Sweet southern sand swiftly slips
through my fingertips As summer
softly sways me Into sleepless
Starry constellations sweep,
Searching streets for solace as
Each shapeless moment slides
Seamlessly into eternity.
Stay calm. Stretch each breath.
Satins strings tough lightly
At the thought’s reality brings.
Sometimes sounds can be
Deceiving. Sadly surreal Like
a song-less whisper.
It seems so real.