The large windows carved out of the white walls embrace the thin twigs dangling to peep in,
The gentle ruffling of curtains to the whispering breeze welcomes floating tweets of morning birds flapping to a leaf rustling in the warmth of its companion,
Night lamps disappear in the creaking dawn birthing dreamy shadows to follow scripted pathways
A pound of crushed ginger promises to distill the morning saliva,
The vocal chords drink the clarity of the ordinance for the day, subject to calculated changes in perceptions
Weaving a carousel of events around the varying notes of a bamboo flute in a motley crowd chirping chorus
The shadows would soon unite with melanin sheaths, decoding lone possessions
Embraced in silent murmurings when twilight would bloom crimson glory on a blue canvass and
Soft foamy billows would cradle rainbows in my dreams and reflections.
Form for All: Prose/Poetry Thank you Sam for igniting the forum with some wonderful prompts for thoughts.