Bits and pieces of the ether dawn
taken from slumber to bliss
careening down the slopes of the ocean
and wander into the mist
awash with spices of the world
caressing the heart of the day
sleeping in cotton folds of light
and sparkling the scents of May
simmering the songs of the ancients
and crossing the borders of stars
mirroring the flight of the chosen
by healing the seams of scars
splice of the whispered wind
whipping the mortal life
chiming resonance–––––––hello?
–––––––but memory–––––––
of special times