Having on one, subzero night, while walking home around 11:30 p.m. spotted multicolored green, red, yellow, and blue and other variations of aurora borealis right at the zenith over my head, I was awestruck at the beauty and fragility of what I was viewing. Pulsing lights that came and went, seeming with some kind of random pattern. Your poem brought back that memory sharply.
Likewise, having traversed the second most winding street in South San Francisco to a friend's apartment, when I looked down at the 101 freeway passing by, it looked like a never-ending snake of lights that was quite mesmerizing.
Only in the sky does the music of the spheres enhance our souls, nicely penned dear Diana, I can see your soul is a harmony to many when they read your precious words. Happy Halloween and all Saints day :)
Like slowly pulling the string of a bow, allowing the arrow to gain its thrust ability and then releasing. So effortlessly travels the trajectory, needing not a specific target to feel fulfilled, allowing its passage through the density of jewel-like markers to be reward enough. Ah, such silent music impacts this reader as eyes close into imagination's darkness of illumination within.
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Likewise, having traversed the second most winding street in South San Francisco to a friend's apartment, when I looked down at the 101 freeway passing by, it looked like a never-ending snake of lights that was quite mesmerizing.
Ron