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 barbetís tenor and the
Mynahís 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
Loveís ecstatic jubilee.