Bathed in the blue cloak of morning,
The winged creature orchestra
Sings a masterpiece for no one.
Wise giants whisper in unison
While the window units whir on.
Human silence, the perfect tune.
And wind, that river of reminders:
Let your thoughts drift to the ether,
Pass through the pink scarred sky,
For transcendence through healing
Is the way to lasting light.
Bathed in the blue cloak of morning
in Poetry