how come the echoes
of our pasts resonate
with the same tune?
strike the same chords?
climb and descend the same scales?

how is every
sunrise with you a symphony
and every midnight a concertino,
other wordly sounds ringing
vibrations in the corners for your mind,
transfigured by your heart,
carried out through voice
and reflected in
the deep gyrations of your ocean eyes?

(to be continued)

Water dripping and starlight trickling,
angels of sleep appearing—
comfort-bringing in your dreaming,
puffing clouds and wish-fulfilling.

Peaceful sighs and darkened skies,
kindly and gentle moonlight—
harmless shadows under wings of white,
shielding your blissful night.

Cotton softness beneath your head,
feather-light dandelions around your bed—
silver rivers you imagined
lulling serenely toward land of rest.

Soothing, patting hand of hope
beckoning promises of tomorrow—
blessings awakening on your horizon,
fending unwanted future sorrows.