bus musings

reflections on vienna teng

Encased in light

Beauty presides

Aloft in blue

In the hum of the room

Only a gentle whirring heard


Ever-changing hue

Eyes shift, pensive thought

Heighten sensation

Stolid pose to the backdrop

Appears contained yet

Mind roams, untamed


Onward, music spurs

Feeds the mind

Helps to pass the time

But gentleness slowly creeps

Down your chest

Follows the thrum of heartbeats


Author: gerbilette

Write, edit, be. Write, love, poetry.

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