Hallowed's not easily found
find it sometimes at sunset,
golden halo sinking,
before stations of the cross,
carved emotions supplicating,
listening to hollowed bass, bowed
and vibrato'd with skilled fingers.
The purest form of beauty,
love and desire,
and I bask in its temporary shroud.
by Margaret Bednar, January 12, 2019
linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Just One Word - Hollow".