Softest touch

Dreams stir alive the thoughts
a thousand feathers floating on a sea
blue shades and hues take flight
and waves wash over
a form of silence.
Lingering notes fill the senses
of a hundred birds in flight
soaring over the whitest clouds
as the rain falls gently down.
A hush is then heard as the shower abates,
random drops linger then disappear
and the patterns of black pinpoints settle
my mind plays the mantra once more,
ten prayers to the lingering lost.
I stand on the precipice
and watch the unfolding of calm,
as breath moves in, out and through
I stand in this space
as one.