I ponder a tune, ethereal and bright. If it ever exists, what would it sound like? Would it be the laughter of a child's delight or the soothing hush of the moonlit night? Perhaps a melody of stars' soft embrace or a gentle breeze's tender trace. Would it echo like ripples on tranquil seas, or dance like leaves in autumnal trees? I ponder a tune, ethereal and bright, but could that sound be within, out of sight? In smiles of beloved, in gentle embrace, in moments of stillness, whenever hearts pray. Perhaps in memories, a glimpse of what's been through. Maybe it sounds like home, almost like déjà vu.
I've somehow stretched every limb into a series of exhausted yawns Now the rhythm of this day Is with you But it seems, I am not the only one With words breezy enough To make you laugh Because as I round the corner I can hear the air rippling around you And everything becoming lighter and lighter Until you, a sun in everyone's galaxy Illuminates the disillusioned delusional rhythm makers All here to gift you their love
~ Major blue empty: first listen to the weather pattern; the scaffolding remains, but the holding songs of color are threadbare; simulacra of imperfection simply swirls like seagrass, a pointillist matrix of rainfall rustles gathering scene -- nothing stands on its own initially; but after a few localized moments it collects to articulate this silence, as each sound looms and subsides in the garden of selective speculation. ~
Listening to the sound of waves hitting the rocks And the cool breeze playing with my hairlocks I look at the setting sun As I lean back and smile For the first time in a long while My mind was quiet my soul was speaking and my heart got what it was seeking!