Tracks In The Dust

Music Comes Crashing In

Canvases of painted hues shine down upon

the silent room

Yellows,blues,multifaceted colors, wrap up

the coming gloom

Suddenly music crashes through the barrier

so clear

And beyond loves farthest reach

somehow comes a tear

Back in 1974 I had been really in a dark period and wrote a bunch of stuff called “The Inner Peace of the Compassionate Love”. Mostly just what I thought poetry should be [at that time]. This was one of the more simple pieces. © MGert 1974