Abstract Night Or Concrete Dream

Silent saxophones sing the reverberating echoes, the songs of the night as chirping crickets conduct Violin strings drip flavor into each moment with melodies like embroideries of serenades Cream painted roses lie lusciously on helpless guitars scenting the sound of earth’s praise like would the balm of Gilead on her skin Speaking to her the languages of sanity, eternity’s cadence as the flute whispers the culture of angels The romantic noises of trumpets sensual resound at the site of wingless butterflies on deciduous trees as water lilies are teased by bracken ferns Conifers whisper the tales of organisms in various ecological niches As osmosis dances across semi-permeable membranes balancing the division of symbiosis while diffusion spreads the news via ~ between harp’s hips While enabling the stealth of each chord’s intensity to penetrate with dramatic fragility, Dissolving ~ melting ~ stripping the exotic essences of resonant reasoning Leaving her to ponder among realities, fairy tales, abstract nights and concrete dreams?