The dusk settles like a shroud under the willow trees.
Listening, I nestle into the silence, covered as by a warm blanket.
In the quiet a symphony plays, it is the music of my soul.
Hushed, I dare to breathe lest I miss a note of its beauty.
Hovering, the wind whispers in my ear.
Dew kisses my cheeks and the wet grass washes my travel worn feet.
The silence sings in harmony, one note in tune with another.
Images, like birds glide and dive before my eyes.
Mystery unfolds like an ancient rite, and I am breathless,
Taken in wonder at the dance of the Eternal.
In the quiet a symphony plays, it is the music of my soul.
Hushed, I dare to breathe lest I miss a note of its beauty.
Hovering, the wind whispers in my ear.
Dew kisses my cheeks and the wet grass washes my travel worn feet.
The silence sings in harmony, one note in tune with another.
Images, like birds glide and dive before my eyes.
Mystery unfolds like an ancient rite, and I am breathless,
Taken in wonder at the dance of the Eternal.
