words

The specter passed in raven hue
From sun to set, yet seen by few

It whispered wisdom silently
That calmed the churning, violent sea

“This is the dawn, this is the day”
While footsteps danced across the bay

And silken gypsies wove a spell
That babes in carriage grew to tell

The amber glow of warm mystique
Massaged dried vocal chords to speak

Accordion thrust, violin
Resonant sync above the din.

Beneath majestic oaken tree
Enveloped in dark cavity

Lay a nymph in troubled dream
Spiraling vortex, balance beam

Awoke she did to crystal light
Clarity washing demon night

Jasmine wafts from emerald lee
Graced her ear with a distant plea

“This is the dawn, this is the day,
With words to say and songs to play.”