Moments at the Dawn

So soft

the voice

of the mandolin.

Softer than

a summer wind,

that strums across

the breaking dawn.

Filling all that hear

with sudden bliss.

Gently teasing

with seductive kiss.

Playing tag

with daffodils,

and golden dandelion.

So quick it breathes,

and then it's gone.

So sweet

the voice

of the violin.

Sweeter than

a lilac

flavored wind

It blushes roses

with a kiss,

fills all that hear

with tender bliss

Playing tag

with hollyhocks,

and violets,

sleeping deep

in morning mist.

How quick it breathes

before

the moment

is forever gone

How still

the fingers

that once

strummed the mandolin,

softer than

morning wind

that sails across

the breaking dawn.

How fast they played,

but now

the music

is forever gone.

How closed

the eyes

that once beheld

the bow,

that played

a magic violin

sweeter than

a lilac scented wind,

skipping across

a breaking dawn.

How deep

they saw,

but now

their life

is forever gone,

and one can

only wonder

where did

It go?