Herbert Nehrlich - Beneath The Canopy

A song awakens me,
extraterrestrial its sounds.
Such wonder in its melody
a soothing plaster on
a sudden impromptu.

Birds stare and leeches dare,
a wayward wind descends
into the rains of early Spring.
You wait with me, my trusted friend
until the earth becomes
a true asylum without words
and all the pretty birds,
the sentries and the leeches go
where silence rules;
the whisper of those hollow sounds
and darkness muffles all
within the scent of ripened moss,
beneath the shadows of the canopy
a million stars of sterling silver but no gold.

Herbert Nehrlich

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