passages

Arches in the Distance

Sometimes
Maybe it's the coffee
Or perhaps instead
The Bizet
Music and color woven for me

And I see the Kings when my eyes close

Sometimes
It could be the incense
Possibly maybe
The Bizet
As they come marching home triumphant

Through the hyacinth and jessamine

Sometimes
I want to go to sleep
Even though I hear
The Bizet
Secrets rising centuries ago

At sunset in the gardens of God.

Steven Anthony Barnett
Copyright ©2001 Steven Barnett