Reed of Dawn Time

Caress my weary soul with threads of muted sound meander through the meadow grass ring from the barren branch of ancient time shriek, shrill, trill with the murder of crows or the jock-stepped lock of mocking bird and native drummers, lick the wind~ extend the pointed poignant tip of tongue to pursed lips and fleet fingers Caress my weary soul with threads of morning light ray born effervescence of reed of dawn reborn with each heart whose life is formed trill through the caverns, the canyons of time each depressed fingertip mutes all…all that sublime~ Poet: D Guzzi Instrument Flute