Contrapuntal Chatterings

Gentle joy
quiet, still, steady.
Words wander in
my mind preparing
to be ‘fit for purpose’.
Layers of words
dart in and out
wanting to be heard
desperate to be written.

Salubrious, sensual shining
contrapuntal streams
want to flow colour
around my little world.
The moon waxing high
washes a gleaming light
into my dancing eyes.
It lights my path ahead
and I am blessed,
me and my little life.