The back fields of the cherry blossoms I grew
I grew them years and years ago for you
The aromatherapy of the pink blossoms that omit
Will swirl, dance, and aerially lift
Finding its way to your waiting nose
Shimmering and playing - going up your clothes
Afflicted by the stunning aroma you smell
Leading you to beside the old well
Down into the well - the deep depths you peer
When all of a sudden you're held by this gripping fear
Not a noise amongst the cherry trees is heard
Silence - not an airplane, bat, or bird
Waiting until your eyes adjust to the dark
Having an eerie feeling this experience will leave a mark
Hovering hemispheres habitual harmonics, symmetrical solitudes in their Sonics,
Mastering melodies with mnemonics, amidst approbation of acoustical avionics…
Stellar symphonies sailing Celestial Seas, applauding Angels aerially appease,
Birds belting songs on tranquil trees, botanical gardens blooming in the breeze;
Superstrings romantically resonate, virtuous vibrations valiant as they create,
Overtures upon oblivions do ornate, spheres of distortions align and allocate…
Orchestral opus overruns the trance, magical melodic maneuvers enhance,
Treble and bass clefs prepare to dance, elocution of their eternal expanse;
The Earth hums within rotation, subsonic frequencies of ethereal elation,
The masses are minstrels of celebration, titillating tunes of temptation…
Solitude's surrender thru strident skies, music awakens deep dormant eyes,
The wings of a butterfly take us to new highs, ambient assonance to arise.
April.23.2020
Grace and Solitude
Sponsored by~John Hamilton
Placed 3'rd...Thank You