Aug 29

Carry me to the stars

A melody murmurs on soft summer air,
wind caressing her midnight black hair.
Deep brown eyes reflect a vast star-lit sky,
bright amber ashes, crackling from a fire long meant to die.
Longing fingers pluck at her love-worn bango strings,
carrying beauty aloft as if on wings.
A tender voice emanates from carefree lips,
harmonizing lightly as it soars and dips.
The gentle rhythm weaves through you,
drowsy consciousness slipping on verse two.