Zephyr
Sounds, bathed in memories,
Glistening, shimmering, sparkly sounds
On rivers of gentle, feeling left out
By August sun, blazing tangerine, bursting
Buttery wonder through the reflections,
Stirrings of grace, melodies of praise,
Imitating the faith that warms,
Souls embraced by the sounds, alive,
Brilliant as the flames, overflowing beauty,
Zephyr laughter, cool as March,
Healing the nights from the stormy hearts,
Breathing hues of soft, dancing,
Embracing the song who flavors the moments,
Stardust sighs, singing in glorious,
And wild gusts of blushing stories, poetry
Gentling the grief, erasing the dark,
Storming through the still, arising to the soothing,
Sounds, tender blessings birthed by truth,
Summer bleeds melancholic threads
Through a past of penetrating, unsaid sounds
Breaking through the seas, across the sands,
Endless reflections of what is sounding,
More and more – like the rigorous insight
Into a spirit, so alive, so alive…
Soundless as air who drifts quietly,
Waltzing with the destiny, creating joy
Wherever there burns a distant prayer,
Awaiting the words, verses and visions,
Falling from lips, stilled by the lyrics,
Musical notes, silence and stillness, songs
Unheard but sounds filled with wisdom,
This is the soundless sense from a world of illusion.
Copyright ©
Regina Mcintosh
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