Symphony Number 2 -

Life greeted Death with an epoch from the depths of dusk with a dawn, the sun rose lucid with it's soft spotted infant rose now awake, hanging heavily harnessed in the steaming swaying sky, the sun's aura lit the sands of the silent Sahara liked an aged ocean of butterscotch beauty, and the starch strung clouds maneuvored like vanilla lace avalanching outward kissing the hips of the woven horizon, my sight probed to ponder the powdered blue glow of the desperate distance, where the shadows of the dune's palms insult the posture of the ivory sanctuary that sat balanced for sake of Bethlahem, I sat megerly meditating, watching the subtle creases in the Meditterraniean Sea absorb the sliced brass shingles that weave the waters wealthy, as the morning properly transcended Westward manipulating nature's maturity by rambling roughly to the seas for wandering waves of bolted blooms of blue for the twinkle of a jewel which sits on a stool as a star as far as North, soon the violet velocity of night approached the set, electrifying the ending day, and the Sister of the Sun landed on the sky's chest like a sheild on a knight, as I listened lightly the Moon politely announced,that evening is back to stack the black symphony - J.A.B.