A Melody For The Day Poem by Leon Moon

The Earth wisely nods to a tune we cannot hear.
As if humming to an ancient strophe inherent within all;
Harps, golden and red, can tune their strings to this meolody
And play in tune to this eternal call.

From a void we cannot reach
Or place our souls to see,
Mantras our ancestors teach
From the delights of the Sea;
Drifts unto the blooded beach
An instrument to set us free.

The air shall taste new winds stirred by peace.
White wings shall cast, in their dance, all temperature away;
All that is mundane and expressed through voice
Shall be spoken, awoken and understood in our rejoice.

From a sound we cannot hear
Nor listen with taste or touch,
A breath to disperse all fear
From the dissonances much

The seeds weaved from the Universe
Shall sprout like golden flowers from it's verse
And glow, in waiting, on the day
We will hum our melody.