A blissful twilight

Springing over above are the chirping birds

Mesmerizing me are the shades of twilight

Blue mixes with orange and the magic unreels

Cool, gentle wind toss back my hair

To whisper a sweet melody that is not yet revealed

I immerse myself in the music composed by the wind and the birdies chirping

And I miss the tune of John Mayer’s music

The melodic phrases that he sings to my plight

And says all we ever say is goodbye.

The mellowing sun peeks while settling behind the clouds

Forming their own pictures and stories

Creating mysteries and riddles for our reverie

My mind starts to speak to them

Questioning about the secrets, complexes and compounds of their tales

Lushness of green sprigs shelters the creatures of feathers under their shades

And beauty descends and beauty surrounds

What starts to intrigue me is what lies within, deep inside.

I try and sense, read and introspect

I feel nothing

Oh what bliss, all that I can take into account

Birdies queue up and bid me goodnight

And wind swirls me in magic abound

Emptying my mind it fills me with nothing

And when I think of it, it’s Lovely

The trees start to dance oh-so-mystic

Seems like there is a band that has choreographed it

Oh what beauty I must insist

Oh what beauty I must insist

Nature and nothingness

What bliss.