air song

a bamboo flute pours over you
its soul,
green and heavy with the memory of rain
that once washed it of youth –
don’t move,
allow it to ooze
into the crevices of your thoughts,
of your dreams.
let it grow wings out of your silence,
strong wings,
wide wings,
so that it can carry you along the lane of peace.
and while you ride the dunes of its sound
see how they curve around your mood
with an almost feathery touch,
nesting within their helix
your breath.


© Liliana Negoi

2 Responses to “air song”
  1. I so enjoyed seeing you pop up on my blog 🙂 It has been a while, but your finesse and word sculpting is as strong as ever, with lines like “heavy with the memory of rain” and “let it grow wings out of your silence”. Happy New Year to you too!!

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