That Night

 

“… hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of life,
in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful
which God has implanted in the human soul.”
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The night breeze reached through
the open window like furtive fingers,
intermingling with the soft music that caressed the night air:
♪ ‘mountains of sorrow and rivers of song‘ ♫

the flickering flames of candles danced,
casting mosaic shadows against the divine visage
that smiled down upon us

the bubbling of the water pipe was reminiscent
of a flowing brook, lovingly murmuring into the night
as it reflected the luminous light of the moon

There were joyful sounds of laughter in the distance
occasionally sweeping through,
intermingling with the cadence of our hearts

Your eyes, so soft, so gentle ~
when they fell upon me, they caressed my soul..

I listened to your voice
as you read to me your poetry,
and sang to me your songs,
each word delicately wrapped and held by the music ~
then gently falling upon my ears
and deep into me..

.. deep into the subtle serenity of that  night
when sleeping spirits awakened
and dormant souls revived

You closed your eyes and your heart spoke
drawing inspiration from times long past
from a place deep within the ages
channeling the wisdom of sages..

Mesmerized
I find myself falling into your spell.

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Tamarind, Laughter & A Rhino (a dream)

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I was in a field among the tamarind trees
piles of tamarind pods everywhere
and hanging from the branches
the wind would blow and rustle through the tamarind pods
and produced the strangest of sounds..
It then occurred to me that it was the sound of laughter,
beautiful laughter surrounded me
As the wind blew harder, 
the sounds of laughter grew louder;
all different forms, from giggles to chuckles 
subtle laughter and contagious laughter..
I could not help smiling and laughing along
Suddenly, there appeared a rhinoceros..
she came up and gently leaned against the tamarind tree..
and just as suddenly, 
the sound of laughter immediately stopped.
She then turned and walked away. 
it seemed as if this was usual for her,
to stop the cacophony..
And there was stillness among the tamarind trees
and me.
A gentle stillness that could not have been forced..