Waking Inside Up

Fuzzy, whispered words

    spread silent fog

and cotton softness

across the landscape of my soul

I, attentive, listen

   to the fulsome silence,

spread my self

    into the fog,

every soular cell in me

   baptized

Whispered, fuzzy words

            dissolve

into music and melody –

a choir of angels –

a deeply familiar,

                                               distant tune

In exultation,

I sing along

the soundtrack of my life

Mozart would be pleased

8/19/07