a 
pale sun
steers quietude today
skies veiled in mystic
dormant greys
tacit the song

no trumpets gold to
bliss the azures on
notes of complaisant
breezes
yet
I

love the
solitude of these soft
fluted moments
when in silent pause
pregnant with purity
on the wings of a
breath you arise
from within
music the air
melody the spirit
fill me with this
harmony divine
fragrance
of

y
o
u






m.a

05/12/2008