A Quiet Song Poem by Nona Vaught

Once, by chance, a quiet song drifted

Softly, it could hardly be heard.

A light breeze lifted it, played with it

Instilling a moment of joy.

I listened, just beyond reach there,

Not much more than a hushed whisper

Like a spider's thread, in and out

Of sight, comes and goes, now and then.

All to soon, like a night vision

A cloud that floats across the earth

Vanish, disappear like shadows

Never to be heard again.