The Calm

   The Calm

Floating clouds whisper along the waterfront.

In succinct drift, melodic, weightless in there

Gentle stream. Where the clouds stop and stand still, the birds gather to watch, waves rise chasing a song they can not catch, a note motion following. Motion, a hymn dissolving in the air. Floating through images. I let go.

This weightless body, listening to angelic voices, healing, surrenders to rest. Here, the sky drafts its own architecture; violet waves unfold into a quiet rhythm, delights, cascades that become a vapor slipping through the seam of dreams.

Tranquility blooms from a restless evening now, melting away. Zen fills this space. As the elysian aura thickens the air, a golden ripple outwards, pillow talks softly, and then the heavens open up. A dream of calm, folding me into sleep.