Inspired by Burned Letters by Johannes Bornlof (and the photo above)
Eyes shut… ears wide open,
tones caressed in black & white,
resonate, coming home
to reside in my bones.
Minor, major and inverse.Keys and strings weave a melody
sung by the sun crawling above
the horizons edge.
Bent on shedding just enough
light for today.Shimmering water cascades
as stony faces peer
from shadows behind the flow.
Never bored with the dance
of droplets down the valley’s way.Rhapsody’s warm hue,
seals this enchanted moment
touching my heart… pulse beating slow.
Optics return-the melody remains
in my marrow, no less true.
Thanks to Wild Flower for the prompt and the vision for WWTG!
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