A song awakens me, <br />extraterrestrial its sounds. <br />Such wonder in its melody <br />a soothing plaster on <br />a sudden impromptu. <br /> <br />Birds stare and leeches dare, <br />a wayward wind descends <br />into the rains of early Spring. <br />You wait with me, my trusted friend <br />until the earth becomes <br />a true asylum without words <br />and all the pretty birds, <br />the sentries and the leeches go <br />where silence rules; <br />the whisper of those hollow sounds <br />and darkness muffles all <br />within the scent of ripened moss, <br />beneath the shadows of the canopy <br />a million stars of sterling silver but no gold.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beneath-the-canopy/
