You cannot reach Me Still


When the music

Of the breeze dances in air

It’s swish and sway flitting the gloom

When the magic of leaves

Singing their boast

Carry soul to lofty skies

When trail

of foot upon dusty crunch

makes way for skipping steps

You cannot reach me


For I am elsewhere


yet, am being

however, unseen.


Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Thursday, October 19, 2017.

Image: Whispering Wave by P.A. Moore.