there in the shadows of the light
my heart stores gladness in a night
the most beautiful sound is silence
bright morning moon ever humbled by the dawn
trace your chaste oil based medium as untouched time to wander
found folded in a book leaves of grass and cherry blossoms charm her
because of you your golden rule
will calm her
a message thought from the soul to the eyes
caught like rainwater in a basin of beauty
to feel the passions of a morning song
seen by someone so sweetly significant
setting aside the fits of misfortune
forever felt the sweet angel in the room.