Dawning Creations

I hear the cardinal call when there’s a quiet moment. I’ll stop holding my fingers to my ears, and open my eyes, letting in the outside, letting it all reappear.

The room, the window, the sounds outside but most prominently, that cardinal song will resonate with a greater depth of my soul. This is a place I’m still getting to know.

There’s a certain peace in this bird’s call, in the harmony, like letting go and holding onto…

There’s a certain peace, cathartic and melodic in it’s rhythm. Pardon me, if I interfere but I just feel like you know me better than I know myself. Your song, it carries on with it a truth somewhere inside it’s tune.

I hear your song, now. I can’t help but feel there is a sign of life left with you carrying on like an orchestra.

It’s pouring, right now. I’m not blind. Your song tells me that things are how they’re meant to be.

You’re singing on louder so someone will hear. Maybe it is me?