Windham Hill’s Night Noise
the noise of the night
stirs a cauldron
of “put of place” memories
which await these sacred moments
the violin strings me along
re-tuning a consciousness
i now embrace
as familiar
where are we going
oh muse of mine
muse of this reverent pen
let me prone my desires
in obeisance
and feed me wonders
from unchartered valleys
there the collections
of the spirits
of rivers
of streams
of dreams
converge
to harmonize
with the . . .
night noise
© 27 July 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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