Sounds of Oleander

There is a melody that

haunts my silent space

and inside the haunt

there awaits peace

I play this tune in my head

again and again

I don't wish it to leave

I will it to stay

~

I keep it close to me

because of the memories

because of that day

it is an old friend

and when I seek it

it is like finding myself

A cradle of sighs

I find comfort in

when I visit

although sad, I welcome

hope lying there

~

The “Santa Ana’s”

stoke a wistful tune

on the lookout

for fallow virtue

~

I sit on an emotional ledge

dangling my feet over distances

I allow calm to seep in

for things that were

to be again

A tender, timeless space

that year after year

promises

certain degrees of relief

~

it is the air, the sky

it is the night, the wind

it is this sound that

That rides on grace