When Music Calls in the Night

7th October, 2012.

A whistle of the nightingale draws me
to the glimmer of the nightly shore,
drenched in a breezy silence in the hour.

It speaks a soul soothing hum
chirping to a graceful plant of revival
in this orient of swaying filaments.

The white jasmine looms about the
flowery coast sparking an incense aura
to lavish exquisite freshness of the blue.

A dewy shadow invites an exotic charm,
blooming petals to form their glory to
its penchant for the moons beam.

The waves slide sluggishly forming
a confluence with its rippling presence to the deepness of the creek.

Gesturing man to be infused in
beautiful darkness of natures hues
printed vibrantly on the earths moistness in fall.

Secrets are meshed with red velvety roses
that enriches the phantom that clouds
such natures realism in a vast labyrinth.

Sprinkles of warmth descends upon like rain,
releasing a sense of fragranced spring
ushering the nightly hour to its home.

Mankind clad in an array of seasons,
basking sublimely to lucid bewilderment,
tapping on time the azure sky rises.

(c) Y-MAG