I rest upon a feathered bed of song
A soothing mood of golden glittered balm
Unspools my mind to threads of silver tunes
And chimes of words poeticize the room
They feel like tenor notes beneath my skin
Pulsing on repeat, resonating, spin
Like prayer wheel melodies
sent up from home
That sticks to clouds as thick dripped honeycomb
While ripples sparkle 'top wet water flow
And my heart center quivers like a doe
Until coal midnight black stretches to yawn
When then vibrations vaporize with dawn

Written by Sara Fielder © May 2013