Silent shades of sapphire smoothness,
Smiling from shadowy corners, lies Mari-Ann,
In the ebony of musical night,
Her laughter warming in shades of pulsating wonder,
Her words in flames of life,
Adorned in black robes to the rhythm of heavy metal echo,
I sit across the mattress beach, floating in Mari-Ann's world,
Like the music of paints, words that float, that soothe,
In the humidity of southern heat.
