In the thickest forests,
dreams fill the downy mind
as music plays a symphony-
the windchime concerto.
Staccato drops beat intermittently
on a concrete ocean blue
ripples undulate the depths
as I sit pondering a new and fresher day.
I am but a voyeur
to the coming burst of pleasure,
storm chasing from the rocker
keeping time to the bustle of clouds
caged and secure from the beast
as my fingers find their mark.
Early morning rise to darkness
as distant traffic breaks the silence
cat tiptoes lightly into a sudden streak past-
as heaven overflows its bounds
and jasmine scented air fills me with a sudden need,
to bloom in the gift given
quenched and shaking in joy,
as the lovely day melody
plays through the recorder of my mind.
Early morning rise as the storm settles in to play,
a beautiful good morning to us lifers
who choose to embrace it all,
coffee and raindrops, ah….bliss.