The Song Poem by Barbara Nixon

A heavenly harmonic, a celestial chord

permeates our reality through a paperlike gauze,

teasing lilt of a whisper from a lover's lips,

piercing shriek of a child's laughter in playful revelry

the overture of love is forever in our midst.

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For love it is vibration, melodious nectar for the soul

and in every atom of the whole the symphony doth exist,

a powerful concerto, unyielding, all encompassing,

through silken ashes of ancient lands to chaotic churn of city street

the divine chords of the song of love will unconditionally repeat..

by Barb Nixon