A flute player danced
A desert dance to red silhouettes
Moonlight celebrations
Raining ancient melodies
That touch my ears for the very first time
Orchestral echoes linger in the air, dripping
My cup held out with both hands
Collecting drops of silvery sweetness one by one
So that I may drink and quench my thirst
And feel the life of my youth once again
Red silhouettes stand overhead
Even in the darkness, I can see their eyes
Our gazes embrace
Bringing a feeling of safety, never felt before
A silent strength transferred by its touch
As the melodies softly fade
I am released
The dance concludes
The flute player plays his final note
Forever touched by the flute player of Sedona
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Lovely, beautifully written.
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Thank you, Jennifer.
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The imagery is incredible! Especially the line where you talk about collecting “silvery sweetness”
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Thank you! I just took a trip to Sedona. It was my first time there and the red rock formations were amazing! Thank you for visiting and for your comments. I really appreciate it!
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