An orchestrated dream of symohonic ink spills
Gliding feather flanked pens, like humming flute bellows
A mind’s generating seeds of color filled quills
Stamping notes on pale paper; the heart spun cellos
We are wordsmiths, beating life into breathless lines
Like airy tangos; metaphors promenading
Weaving a dream catcher’s thread; words of sacred twine
Thus soul fire silhouettes sweetly parading