Harmonie des rêves

Chandelier with crystal and glass

Honey gold, checkered honeycomb

Emotions play with every glance


A mazurka dances through this home

Filling with rich textures and tastes

Adding a spark to this poem



A craddled pool, gently paced

Moon and wisps mingle tonight

A prelude sings, and gives chase


The fields turn to wood nigh

Feathered ivory shaved on ground

With passing tread, leaving their sight


But without the mind to see

This poem would not bear it's fruit

For the father gives light to me

Claude Debussy, stars I shoot








The End

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