To Where All Senses Are Attuned

 20.02.2021

To Where All Senses Are Attuned

As the sun sets over the horizon

Orange streaks into dark rose melds

Gradually seeping into violet, 

And the blackness steadily descends.

But the beauty of that changing canvas

Now with twinkling stars festooned

Loses out to a broken heart

To where all senses are attuned.

The soundless keening cries of loss

In the air abounds

And that eerie silence 

Blots out all other sounds.

 

As the night progresses

The longing in intensity grows

To be loved, cherished and protected

By the one that one adores.

And the sky grows darker

Into the predawn black

Matching emotions perfectly 

The 'Lack-Of-Hope' pitch-black.

The sun rises over the horizon

And the dawn sky steadily loads

From sombre grey, to violet to pink

Cheerful blue, making inroads.

But the beauty of that changing canvas

With fluffy clouds now festooned

Loses out to a broken heart

To where all senses are attuned.

... Jacqui

What We Need Now, Absolutely!

Humanity First, across the spectrum ... Sending comfort to whoever needs it, across the miles.

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On a different note ... To Love Eternal!

Though this poem focuses on the flute, it could be replaced by any other musical instrument. Music uplifts me and I thank all musicians for bringing the sweet tones of music to life.