Music to me is all so fine
some songs do not rhyme.
Stretching limits with calm,
Tangled events will never be warm.
Notes agree between yes & no,
But lingers “may be” we did not know.
Chill tones blow across us,
Owl hoots as there is wind a gush.
Night melts into a song,
Day dawns on a note all wrong.
Flames of sorrow ablaze,
Dripping tears & eyes in a haze.
Rambling ghosts of time,
the fog all dense that begins to climb.
Fog steps up the density,
To mime with the ghost of time in curiosity.
The obscure skies spew warmth
And make a moon path