A quiet world –
Where the music is the shimmering light that ripples across the coral reef.
A magical dance crackles below its surface –
The tail, the fins and the Angels’ all know the tune.
I rock like a baby in the wind –
A lullaby hammock to quiet the storm that rages within my soul.
My forgotten quest –
For Peace and Happiness.
Numbness only remains –
Washed away by the warm waters and the tears from heaven.
His skin is moist and glistens in the sunlight –
A bronze God a whisper away but lifetimes apart.
Desiccated by monstrous winds –
The husk remains, the shell of life that clings to the fount.
I must return to the dance –
The magic that crackles below the surface.
Find the light that ripples –
Even in the depths of despair.
A secret world –
Where the quiet music embraces even the deaf.
May I hear the Angels’ chorus once more –
Touch me. Ecstasy.
Let the joy embrace –
And overwhelm your senses.
My Love
- ShepherdBy Vaughan Shepherd © 2007