In silence

I hear music

 

melancholy melodies

washing gracefully

through ancient corridors,

 

waves of rhythm

drifting across

gently rolling green.

 

When I close my eyes,

cosmic light                                 

leads the way                      

 

to Shangri-La,

where someday,

in ceremonial display,                   

 

I shall surrender

to the Gods,

dance naked in the rain,

 

celebrate survival

unafraid…

 

Susan J.