Lazy Summer Day Dream

There are places that I go where I hear music.
Music that simply comes from the atmosphere.
I swear I can hear  fragments of playing harp strings

In a soft smooth adagio I feel emotions
waltzing slowly through me.
I can lose myself in that kind of music.

Serenity whispers there and I feel her lips upon mine.
For the first time in a long time I feel content.
That is the gift of this atmosphere.

In the soft green leaves the chattering of songs
From both the birds and wind rustling the grasses.
These are the rhythms of much needed harp strings.

Here I lose myself and am glad
as every single inner worry is carried away
within the talons of wide winged birds.

I lie in the misty warmth fingers interlocked behind my head.
My knees bent slightly stomach at ease.
This is truly a moment to be glad.

Eyes grow heavy and they close
opening to new visions and dreams
and I know how easily emotions can get away.

This is the music that heals the soul
My legs straddling the girth of a falcon
as wings soar higher and higher on such a bird.