Symphony No. 4

Peace of the present moment

soak into me

unshackled infinite; boundless across the heavens

Grief aches in my palace

Even my bones are Black

When I dance I find solace

I hear your whispers on my ears

In the language of your lips I lap languidly

I drink

I submerge

Peace of the present moment

soak into me

I speak

- G.D.C.