Rare Beauty Enhanced

Rare beauty enhanced in a
counter-clockwise trance
induced by Summer heat,
the ceiling fan sweeps its
silky beat in synchronicity.

Rhythms subliminally deep
resound in soundless ears,
sleep is easy. Pure dreams
exude, images of chance
too real for truth pour into

an endless open firmament,
errant breeze exaggerates
the breath of trees where
winds are oddly quiet, stirs
the shades of candid sleep.

I sense the waves of sentiment
that radiate, feel contentment
sweep in joyous curves of placid
ease, perceive a splash of liquid
sweetness binds this peace.

I won’t awake for fear
of disenchantment...
© 1 November 2007, I. D. Carswell