In early morning hours
I pursue white sound
where a cloak of harmony threads;
as I drink coffee
it rests beneath
my blouse, curled
I am a crescendo on electric blue,
shattered and splintered in lost languor,
dancing with children on wild churning wind.
When night descends,
silent black visits,
breaking quiescent river current
where daytime has passed
to renew; it lies in water’s splendour
between Venus and the moon.
Through a lens I rest as peace
shrouds o’er me.