“I’ve spent a lifetime trying to learn the language of the dead” ~ Jim Harrison from Sister in Songs of Unreason In the quiet early hours before morning blooms I yearn to catch their voices amid the scattered ruins and revel in…
A promise made lifetimes ago among the milk glass stars as music wept from clouds raining down their melody soaring among the galaxies, defying time and space
Cobble a melody with echoes of stones and bones a raucous music malady of haunting pounding tones.
Dancing to an elaborate symphony playing our song of desire as we touch those tender places where the music becomes a fire.
Serve me cold champagne every day and let’s dance in pale evening’s light clinging to one another, dipping, swaying to lulling sounds of nature’s orchestral night.
Morning breeze billows portal veils Caressing my naked skin As your roughened hands tease me
singing for supper
In this holy house
shadows waltz on stone monks sing Gregorian chants heavenly voices ©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2018- Day 3
I’m still here listening to the music of
Harmony is over-rated give me wild