It floats like fire in the air
seeping its penetrating path
unguided by fortunes or flavour
happy to sing
happy to bring beads to the market
and trade them in for metal rings
the bells on the road
things you believe in
inside and out
the rain and the day
wearing it down
Keep an echo on the harmony
and a tinge on the value
its time to abruptly bend this
and take it around the corner
Nicholas Alexander's Poetry