Like efflorescence, night produces mood. <br />More blue than a cornflower summer sky. <br />Moods of the daytime too are luminous. <br />Your presence, though afar, creates them so. <br /> <br />Soft textured velvet is my mood today. <br />It sings me memory-tunes of your words. <br />Silence is heavy when poetry speaks. <br />I hear and catch it's music in my soul.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mood-music-2/
