When the world is full

[dreamingofdepth]

When the world is full
the air ripe with magic
and the sky is present
between palm fronds tree leaves and street lamps
just out of reach
but close enough to sense

When God's praise escapes
running from its coronary chamber
and is allowed to sail up with syllables and sounds
to add to the brimming night sky

Is when peace permeates the air and
the best music is silence