Whispering winds align
shards of glass under the light
who sings to the silver fish?
Chase the color of forgotten bees,
while silent echoes glide upon
muted coral reefs.
Remember the electric arctic fox
that dances beneath the poppy moons
of your existence's haze.
Listen to the harmonium's sigh,
endlessly looped, crooning
patterns with invisible threads.
To compose a nightingale's
tapestry in the breath of dawn
is to learn the world anew,
like fractals in the mind's eye.