We Sing

[Dark Muse]

We Sing

Here us
we speak
among the rustle of leaves
against grains in the wind
with shifted sands
ripples in the lake

Listen
we sing
low mournful to the night
quiet hushes hidden from sight
coming forth beneath the earth

voices without place
lost against the wake
carried across stones
touch of warm breath
wisp of chilled air

Chiming out
as each drop of water erupts
shattered sonatas
trill in a million figments

We are lost
notes fallen in spiders lace
trembling vibrations
traveling through trees
released through leaf tips
we survived

[mmaria]

This is my favrourite kind of poetry – catching and lighting up those misty ideas or moments coming up to the surface from the depths of the mysterious sea of life.

[thinkingsam]

And the five senses are awash in the beauty of nature, the vibrations of threads linking each piece into a musical score. Beautiful poem.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you

[blazeofglory]

We Sing

Here us
we speak
among the rustle of leaves
against grains in the wind
with shifted sands
ripples in the lake

Listen
we sing
low mournful to the night
quiet hushes hidden from sight
coming forth beneath the earth

voices without place
lost against the wake
carried across stones
touch of warm breath
wisp of chilled air

Chiming out
as each drop of water erupts
shattered sonatas
trill in a million figments

We are lost
notes fallen in spiders lace
trembling vibrations
traveling through trees
released through leaf tips
we survived

The voice of songs. Songs permeate everything. In fact songs are harmonies. There are vibrations, noises, clamours in nature and songs are born when these vibrations are ordered, arranged by human beings.

But the order and harmony is the heart of man and the songs we hear are only their shadows only.

When the heart is not awake no songs become songs.

[qimissung]

You write in a very fresh way about a subject as old as time itself-nature. Beautifully done, Dark Muse.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you very much