VISTA OF HUSH

Silently,
the spreading blanket of quiet smothers my chaos,
curing the thunderous clash of guilt's clanging cymbals.

So longingly do I gaze upon the mystic canal
slicing between the lush green banks, dripping with foliage
and feel the vibrations of sweet serenity baptize me to the bone.

Seeing a distant and inviting stone arch bridge
my heart races by feet of nimble desire
till I can dance in my essence with the pastoral cloth of leaf and soil
becoming a radiant flame of pure exquisite ecstasy
happily lost within the rustic labyrinth of wood and vine.

It all becomes a teasing raiment of euphoric incense
willingly inhaled so very deeply into my spirit
lifting my heaviness until it transforms into a feather
drifting beyond the clouds, stars and sky
finding that most precious touch of heaven
calling from among the dew and lily pads
redeeming me from my hellish distractions
though the fleeting hug of Mother Earth's
vista of hush.