The longing to just sit,

Alone here in my own,

Universe with only my thoughts,

While…

The Music plays as if it,

Is whispering into my,

Inner ghosts,

As the wine ran through my mouth,

Enlightening all my senses,

Running wild within,

Unleashing the poet…

Words hungry to be splattered,

Across the pages of,

“The world without an Ending”….

~ by jbritt