Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Symphony

In a bed of silence

That is endlessly still

An infant sound bulbs

And a dying snowflake’s kiss

Breaks the surface and blooms


A single note

A single, windless chime;

At the moment of its birth

It ceases to be


The silent sea

Is still once more

But it dreams of that

Tiny swell

Endlessly


An infant sound bulbs