Sounds of the Emerald Moon

The sound of light

streaming down on me.

Over the hills the

sound of corn growing.

And the watery dark.

The sound of red

bubbles. The sound

of the emerald moon

shining through my bedroom

window. The sound of a

purple dancing whirl.

The snap of paint.

The whisper of a

midnight carnival.

The sound of a cloud

screaming my name.

The sizzle of starving

kids in other countries.

The sound of fingers

rolling down smooth

velvet. Twist of scarlet.

The sound of nervous

water. The chant of

a million jigsaw puzzles.

The sound of waves crashing.

And most of all the

sound of love my family

gives to me and

I give to them.