Sylvan Symphony

These are days of music
My heart in sylvan symphony
Chansons awash in the soigné blue
Flooding the hemisphere with harmony.

The coerced crevices where my brain cowered
Cornered convinced
It was a prisoner
Trapped stopped tormented
Living with cotton plugs in the ear
Cold frigid drowned out buzz
Lost the soul music
And body's dance...
Suddenly with a shrug
The mottled snakeskin sneering rug
Just slipped off....repugnance rejected.
Wonder...
Erupted.

The little ones agape in wonder
As I played something busily
Bustling bubbling into humming tune
From Before Christ I swear it seems
So long...
Then I played it endlessly and again.

Gathered up a tiny human being...
Into my embrace
Dancing and singing
While the other hopped and hoped
To be my partner!

I forget the sleazy games....easy mind games
Feeding the psyche
Tears satiating hunger
Thirst killed choked
with chunky chocolate
Bitter cold sweet dreams.
So pungent!

The heaven of
Perfect freedom in being
It is in these days
That suddenly a
Door has opened.

And  silhouetting
A lazy mottled beam
Of dust speckled
Cinematic sunlight

My love stands with
langourous smile
A cozy relaxation in
tenacious pursuit
A medium of soft exchange
A foil precious of rarest mettle
Charcoal black premonitions
In the dim hallway.

Are these days or
Dreams divinations visitations?
Or simply magic
Because it was
So much needed...

An
Abra ca Dabra
Inevitability
An
Inner self...

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