You wash away from my soul
The ashes of a burned fire
Your rain showers
Formed inside melodies
And harmonies from fantastic,
Far away enchanting worlds
Erases the diurnal dirt
Of mundane routines,
Major disasters,
Mini tragedies
And pitiful trails of
So many invisible tears.
From what sensuous magic
Do you conjure up and inspire
These delectable songs
Wind and spirit
Rhythmic palpitations
Adding vivacity
Inside my lackluster heart?
You with your orchestra
Your voice of soothing
Yet mesmerizing vibrato
I am frozen in time
Your enthusiastic
Audience of one!
How your incomparable aria
Saturates my senses
In an array of music
So rare in sound
So common in relation
I find a new country
In your fascinating world
Your atmosphere
Lifts my tired gravity
So much so
My lips are set free
An urge to sing praises
Bedazzling my eyes and ears
By your breathtaking beauty!
Copyright © 2021 Charles Edward York
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