My soul is quiet
blue-winged angels skate
on the serene lake after midnight
nature is holding its breath
everything is one
I hear the heavens sing.
My soul is quiet
blue-winged angels skate
on the serene lake after midnight
nature is holding its breath
everything is one
I hear the heavens sing.
Late at night
long after sundown
light still lingers
for a last dance
on the northern lake.
Silence flutters
like butterfly wings
and soundless tunes
of concerto for life
vibrate in the air.
Touch the magic.