..i followed the sound down

Birds in the morning sing of its dawning,
owls in the night time follow a site line –
twisting and tumbling I followed it down.
Only a whisper or a glance in the passing,
took my head glinting, drawing and found.

Exploring a landscape or a beautiful visage,
wide-eyed with wonder of faceted delight; –
windblown hair sandy tundra and mirage.
Like an insect flip tripping from nose to ear,
what glorious feeling is free around here!

It drew me in arms all supporting, enticing,
thrilling construction and gilded lit tones –
gypsy firelight echoing merry go rounds,
rough weave, spatula palleted artists garage…
gorgeous in the mystery of it – our sound.

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