" Trees are Earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven." ~ Rabindranath Tagore

MUSIC OF THE BLUE

Exuding iceberg like warmth
Nurturing a bouquet of snow flaked roses
Transporting the spirit
Of serenading blue waters
Embracing the lightning of the world
In its imperfectly perfect mass.

AQUA SERENE

I look through the porthole
At the glistening mass
Of silver sparkling sand dunes

Only through salt-frothy tips
Identifying the blue
As I rock on a 'Caribbean' camel

Sky above- admires itself
As diamonds drip off its black silhouette
In a wavy reflection below
Moon clad breasts (virtual), pebble eyes
Waves coyly smile; shy sometimes
Embarrassed at it's vastness, its blueness

Rises a phoenix like angel, yet
Capturing the parched with humid arms
Leaving behind a breeding ground of multihued warmth.