Like efflorescence, night produces mood.
More blue than a cornflower summer sky.
Moods of the daytime too are luminous.
Your presence, though afar, creates them so.
Soft textured velvet is my mood today.
It sings me memory-tunes of your words.
Silence is heavy when poetry speaks.
I hear and catch it's music in my soul.
As a musician myself, I'd really want to feel your kind of mood music, so that I can get the mood, the right mood that all musician want, to compose a song.
Very beautiful Fay.. These days I write those stupid rhyming ones... hey you come up with something like this 'Soft textured velvet is my mood today. It sings me memory-tunes of your words.'.... you poems are always music to the reader's ear indeed.. beautiful .....10 and I can give you more with lots of love shan
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I would like to translate this poem
The music of your mood crosses all borders of time and distance. It is profoundly blue. How can your friend fail to be touched by its fragility. Lovely... As always, Sandra