Whispering wind upon the sea Whisper sweet nothings unto me A rolling thunder of the coast A sound of beauty, full of boast Crashing waves and cliffs of art Flow into the streams of my heart Fly o’er head into a blue bowled sky Sing songs until the fire that shines Tidal waves and mountains that roar Birds that sing and eagles that soar The brave world serenades the moon As creatures make for early June Suddenly the light of rebirth prowls upon the soil of the earth Rise up sweet miracles Be born Security surpassed the storm
A bright Capella; Distinctively, enchantingly, fathomless. Geological, astrological hour. Intensifying joy. Angelic language. Magnificently notorious. Outer peace. Quenchable; rejuvenating, satisfaction tonight. Unique vigil; Withholding zeal.
I trod the mile of ocean spread, thundering towers spit and collide. Vicious, crashing, roaring; Enshrouds my mind. This very moment; classical notes of baroque. Reverberating; Filling my eardrums. Beautiful music; Art has been made