Miscellaneous:

Under the whispering bridge
the river sleeps in shadows,
its joyous song
subtly and spiritually
altered
into a sacred hymn,
and the hooded
summer's day
listens with
sleepy fascination,
in a green cathedral
waiting here
for searching souls
to venture near.


Diamond flecked lace adorned me
with newly drawn curtains,
mysteriously
haunting conversations
crept out
from hidden places,
then waited
for an answer
in quiet
patient dignity,
reflections
of a whispered prayer
that someone once
had spoken there.


Strangely restful breezes touched me
with delicate caresses,
enigmatically
puzzling fragrances
wrapped me
in floral nostalgia,
transported
on the evening
like softly
uttered thoughts,
images
of summer days
of other dreams
and other plays...