"WHEN YOUR BLUES BEGAN"

When your blues began
To melt in that precious

Light there was a scent
Of  fresh roses in
The darkened room

And I heard

The softest

“alleluia”

Like a hidden waterfall
Splashing on moss-
Soaked rocks,

It Soothed
your aching
Heart.

Oh, this unseen woman’s
Hushed, and silvery

singing echoes

Through azure
Oceans of
Pure feeling.