The River Styx murmurs and streams
Amidst the swirls of icy wind
Caressing my face and my hair
While bluebirds flutter in the air.
Some ravens chirp atop a tree
Looking out on the vast Dead Sea
Splish-splashing proudly, mightily
Like thunder of serenity.
Then her breathy kiss to my ears,
The pulsations in her body,
And her silent snores in the night
Become stentorian, so loud.
Like a plop of water from a mile
Into a lovely, quiet pond,
And a baby’s innocent smile,
Beautiful, pure, and without sound.