©2012 Marcus James Christian, marcusunlimited.
Our voices resonate within a cavern,
alongside a choir of friendly caribou.
We are savoring our tea,
and such has a certain sound.
Like seeing a sea of embedded gem stones sparkle,
has a certain feeling to it.
These occurrences bring us to a pause,
upon a generous state of elevated gratitude.
The high center of this mountain chamber,
has a circular opening.
Through such, pure and strong chasms of light travel,
here, into this enchanted cavern.
The entering light swings slowly in circles,
as if they are emanating a chandelier:
installed by angels.
The clouds seem to insure a safe passage,
for the light layering it self upon us.
A small, beautifully gilded bird spirals slowly,
winding its way down to where we are.
It seems, "out of place," in a good way.
Like a yellow flower:suddenly appearing,