an Opera Meditation, a Poem.
©2012 Marcus James Christian, marcusunlimited
^ Up it rises until its immense sound shakes snow from small bent branches.
Birds spin out in a flight of response.
Clouds glide over the stage consistently,
Its warm interiors are just a few safe footsteps away.
You, ________, have accumulated great wealth,
the kind which affords you this and many other luxuries,
such as magical sleighs which get you here,