Intangible Beauty

The notion of sin
Creeping back in
The streets are quiet
Except for the wind
Wind, rain and sirens
My mind is hearing silence
Today I feel darkness
Steeped in the mist
Unsung melodies
And unchained memories
Intangible beauty
Reaching its wings down to meet me
What is the future without these?
Woke up different
To yesterday
Woke up different
Twenty Seven