Blue wide skies—
Coconuts sway. I love you.
Date palms whisper.
Tambourine woman calls
& the man with his guitar answers.

A man, ****** on re~efer
wags to the rhythm—
“Play the chord!”
He strums.
She sings.
Her soprano rises,
blending into his melody.

Clouds drift overhead—
soft cumulus fluff
woven with more dense
stratocumulus threads
making my day
a tapestry of moods.
Unpredictable!

Early afternoon:
Sunlight diffuses thru the Clouds
casting a tender & soft
balanced tone
across the land—
harsh shadows softened
edges blurred.

The sky hums
of calm before (or after) a storm—
a melancholic euphoria
bittersweet & Quite
like finding a quiet anime site
in the chaos of a natural world.

The sound—
like LSD on a warm breeze.
Euphoria hums in harmony
under the wide blue sky
of South Asia.