Sunday, January 24, 2010



Singing the song of many voices
An enlightening richness
Filling the being with immense pleasure

Flattering the eye to a profound level
Spotting it like a needle in hay
A blend not yet blended but sitting
Mixing in its own self

A light, vibrant and deafening
Fast and effervescent
Never missed by a peripheral skim

Sining the song of many voices
Forever growing and changing
Filling the being with immense pleasure.