The whirlwind voices 

of the masquerade.

 

A scream from oceans wind,

to settled breezes through a sill.

 

A dawns ancient ray;

birth to the silence.

 

The mystery of the night.

Darkness as deep

as the depths of the soul.

 

The dreams of what’s further.

Expanded perceptions, embrace

counterparts to entwine.

 

The warmest hours solace.

Steady true; calm and quiet,

as you were meant to be.