Intertwined
White jasmine creeps beneath my window pane
and blooms along the freshly painted ledge,
then ambles through an oleander hedge
where buds embellish tendrils on the chain.
Inside my room, deep shadows gently glide
across the picture opposite my bed;
they fade into a tawny shade of red,
then faintly touch the walls on either side.
The rolling lawn is pale and softly spread;
soon, twilight breathes a delicate array,
of stars that seem to whisper down and say:
"The hand of God has placed us overhead."
The crickets chirp outside around the trees;
their cadenced sound incorporates the night
in quiet rhythm, putting all things right--
with subtle, unobtrusive melodies.
I listen, and I hear the willow sigh;
she shakes her head of leaves into the air
and weaves a braid of peacefulness and care,
which links my thoughts to velvet bands of sky.
