Silence

Blossoms clutched by a wind's invisible fingers
descending like a feather
doing a swaying dance
stroking the soul
as it rides nature's breath to the ground.

When it touches the ground
one's insides become spellbound
by a silky caress of calm
like that single petal
were a key to the heart.

Night's starry umbrella sings a silvery serenade
succumbing to the mystery entwining of pulse and panorama
hush swells in the veins,
quiet becomes a jewel to dress the mind.