Chords

The red rays of the morning sun played the song of life.

The room was dark and morning came.
Through the lace curtain I beheld a cool and misty day
With verdant fields so filled with life;
Willowing waves of tall green grass in harmony with a whistling breeze.

A chord is struck within:
Awakened is undulating desire.

A chill, a shiver tingles my mortal being not of cold but of excitement.

My heart is a pounding drum;
Warmth flows with the beat.
Distant music comes closer and closer.
I cannot escape the beating of my heart.

Angelic fingers pluck out the music of old;
But I know, where ever beauty exists
Angels will fill my soul.

—Kathleen Ellis Faulkner