gregorian chants from a circular speaker
prayerfully washes the cove of the bedroom.
a slice of golden light bounces
beneath the reverently closed door.
i close my eyes –
the music becomes a rippling stream
of vibrating clear water –
rushing over a bed of deep blue
river stones, caught
in twinkling sunlight.
i imagine that i am surrounded by
lemon trees & birds of paradise.
Refreshed, i quietly
crawl out of the soft mattress
watching the blanket
of purest january snow
on sleeping grass.
a taste of heaven.
Copyright © Rick Davis | Year Posted 2021
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