Wrinkling the Sky
Undulating waves of color
cascade over ebony skies.
And greens and blues waltz with the stars,
rippling across the black of space.
A hypnotic, haunting hum strums
in Aurora Borealis.
And sacred, spiritual sounds
resound: in abject solitude.
A collage of visual notes,
orchestrated tunes; tug heartstrings.
And mesmerized by their music:
I pause for quiet reflection.
They are as intangible as
the ethereal breath of God.
And my soul shucks reality,
to surf the waves, wrinkling the sky.
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