Under the Surface
Poem
Under my covers
Dreaming of things
I have never seen
Tossing and turning
Wandering and wondering
Until that time I woke
From the black and white
to a place full of colour
unknown to me
Sights never seen
On a bed of fallen hands
I could not believe
Giants surrounding me
Still as they stood
My eyes open wide
I feared nothing
But that light
falling on me
As I shifted to me feet
Those hands fall upon me
As if to say, you must stay.
There is more beauty
in your mind, forget
what is out there to see
more by THOMAS DEANGELO
photograph by Ruslan Gamzaliev