The navy blue train chugs tiredly, pulling its sky blue windows 
Past my stagnant gaze;
Its mournful siren blares backwards and 
Occupies my ears.

Overhead, amidst the cacophony of shrieking parakeets, 
The barbet’s tenor and the 
Mynah’s soprano combine to create a 
Symphony of sorts.

Butterflies, dressed in flowing fudge-brown and gold wings 
Sashay soundlessly between 
Hibiscus bushes.  Kissing scarlet, orange, white and fuchsia blooms;
Hoping for nectar from buds yet to open.

Abruptly, all is quiet; I can feel myself breathe.
Now in, now out.
With eyes shut softly, and silence within, I see in creation
Love’s ecstatic jubilee.