The sunlight enters your eye
in soft, mute whispers
and laughter fills your life.
In pursuit of giving
A passive whirlwind breaks
in crashes apon eddies
near the breakwall.
Fists of rolled silk beat
invisible curtains
beyond a distant sunset.
The crack is perceptible
to the naked eye,
But you can see your voice,
and melody relates to song.
Perceptive ears will hear
drifting upwards into expectation
a message few can hear.
The given clap their hands
in rythem to the heart's beat
anticipating triumph
it's a body ringing late.
