Cocooned By This Infinity

I garnered upon the memories,
those muses who whisper to me.
They dance with the raven and lotus,
cocooned in an infinity...

Reaching from their intuitions,
they grasp the limbs of the birthing breeze;
Beckoning my sights to descry even deeper,
charming the birds from all of the trees...

Is this a matter of unsaid consequence?
Shall I whisper to the song wren's den?
Harkened by the lore of her little loved ones,
swathing the moons of dreamscape's when...

Let us sing your soulful songs so sweetly,
and dance this dance, oh whispery melodic muse,
while we garner upon these precious memories,
cocooned by this infinity you evermore infuse...

Rhytmic Poetry: Victoria L. McColley