Sheer music to my soul, the food of love.
Music To My Soul
The river water, a glossy mirror
waves lap on the pebbly shore.
The red gold sun slowly sinks
a riot of pinks, oranges and lavender
spreads from sky to sky; merging hues
feed sheer music to my soul.
The crisp west wind blows across
the granite hills cool on my heated skin,
piping a tune dances with the green leaves
setting them aflutter with renewed joy;
consoling and cajoling a tired traveler
to venture forth on an uneven terrain
of sudden swerve and bend like the path
of life from the beginning of time.
Birds fly homeward in the twilight sky
eager to reach their young in the nests
atop the Banyan and the Mango branches.
Their song of joy of going home
fills the evening as the stars begin
to twinkle above; the moon rises,
a glorious orb of light and bliss
a whole world, hill and dale thrill
under the mantle of luminous silver
brings divine music to my soul.