Hmmmmmmm….

An incomparable magic weaves itself

As images float on wings of sweet lyrics

Meandering and tenderly enfolding me

Entangling into my loosened tresses

From amidst the strumming emerges

The sound of the sleepy blue ocean

The patter of the raindrops as they glide

The tinkle of my laughter as it races free

And the transparency of your desires

Senses not only fill to the brim

But overflow and bathe me in them

As if the moonlight has come to settle

And make my heart its permanent place…

 ~Glowing Embers~

6^th Nov 2004