Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Eden sings

Music clings to the soul
as satin cloth
its glossy folds
accentuates each spin
and calls with siren power
to the beauty within.
Craggy hands and calloused fingers
conjure from the air
sweet vibrations,
for the ear to feast upon,
that cannot be seen
without the closing of eyes.
The transport of soul
initiated by chord or note
that seeks harmonic mate
amid the waves that break
beyond the heart
and flood with tidal sweep
into the sleepless void
that mortals keep
between them now.
And Eden sings
in blue and golden wonder
with the walking in the garden
and evening’s song
of mystery.   

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