Tunes, Chordant

Before the small winds die down, little eddies swirling,
the mists form and cover all.        
Take me away, they cry      
where are the leafy boughs,
                                             verdant and green      
and those rumbling slithers remind Us that together,
We can        

 Taking the hand, walking with the little one,
safe and enclosed
                             Together , finally having found the one
who might dare
                             That abyss and that constriction,
that looking on in a quiet and frenzied cognizance,
that distance matters little.      

What flies across the world, is a Thought      
Light , airy, dry and insinuating,
Minds dissimilar are better than not,
and When neighbours meet, those same minds sing        
meld and soar to the heavens,
Riding those eddies again,
                                       Painting those purples and
deeper blues with flecks of primrose and white champas
and the heady scent of their song:          
That thrush sings yet again        soft and mellow