An afternoon ...Somnambulent...and a wonder of a dream...

Dear
Writing this from the heart of the city
A different kind...
Perhaps only a Somnambulent
State of a day
Could gift one such a moment...
A wonder...
A red flower blooming soft
Against a backdrop
Of grey clouds...

Dear...
Writing with red ink
Dipped in holy water...
While feeling
Sleepy...
Loved...
Cared...

And a music forever generated...
A wonder...

Perhaps He had arrived here...
At this place...
With His Quiet
Inaudible...
And Sight
Not Seen...
But only felt on skin...

A wonder...
A red rose blooming kind
Upon soul...mine
And calling you by only singular mind...
A Stevie Wonder...