Pillow Clouds

Clouds cushion the rumble of my existence

The passion seems far away

Until I close my eyes

And feel the needle work

Threading my heart

There are hollow reeds

Pouring sound into my soul

There is an anxious echo reverberating

As the gull glides in the distance

I am uneasy with trepidation

Yet there is a sweet harmony

Weaving in and out of the echo

I am reassured

In the perfect harmonic transition

There is sanity in the music

The sound is escalating

My passion is adrift in the crescendo

I need it at my side

I need its embrace

I need to breathe it in

To meander the symphonic cosmos