Classical Incantation
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As if the sunlight breaks the day
And dawn arrives with a whispered breath
Ascending like a clarinet
As gentle as a cradle song
Small butterflys, will twirl aloft
And circle in the morning breeze
A mantra of incantation
Stirring thoughts to meditation
To revel, shy against the dawn
With quivering wings to climb the stairs
In rippled waves, that stirs the air
The fleeting leaves, will dance and sway
And songs exhale, so crystal clear
To gently sway the flowing glass
Of bubbling streams, sweet, crisp, and pure
So gently soft, and sweetly felt
A first note broods, without fanfare
A petal drifts, then spins away
it can be heard, like breeze once stirred
A timid bird, a quivering chord
A sonnet's love, with lanquid words
Each breath a spark, that kindles change
With trilling voice that wraps around
A wreath of mist lifts off the ground
Skimming rainbows, with a song
A never ending, ... wistful sound…
Then rumbles like a stormy cloud
The lightning strikes, and cymbals clash
The music fills the soul at last
Until it climbs and drifts away
The storm has passed , the music played
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011
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