Monday, March 14, 2016

Embracement

sitting in that place
pink robe embraced
with all the darkness I can see
smell the enchanted air
surround me
with blossoms
sounds of a tired city
bask in the moon's white light
I sit in that place
stare in delight
listening and glistening
to all the softness of the world
fingers gide across a keyboard
drowning in earthly pleasure
sitting in that place
in perfect leisure
tingling an existence
that taps upon musical humanities
playing out a tune
of sustainment
that trembles in timing
ringing and singing
listening and glistening
to all the softness of the world

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