-- My Whole World Sings -–

John Herlihy

I touch the sky with tender fingertips;

I kiss the hem of earth with moist lips.

My fingers caress fields of wheat in light;

My ears listen to a wind invisible to sight.

Can we smell the honey of rain, I think I do?

Murmur sweet nothings to the morning dew.

My eyes see the colors in nature’s bouquet;

Animals are known thru the sounds they say.

The braying of the donkey, the cry of the loon;

The howl of wolf and wind make me swoon.

I listen as the sea sings the rhythm of the blues;

My soul fills with night’s black and daytime hues.

The sweetness of nectar will thrill my tongue;

From the bellows of my lungs my song is sung.

Then there are the taut wires of my heart strings;

When plucked by another, my whole world sings.

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(c) John Herlihy 20 January 2019