The Joust

for dVerse

Listening to the music. Voices on the street;

to eager sounds floating open through bright air.

The sounds soar up into my morning dreams;

music floating up forever: laughs. Window welcomes all.

Voices open into laughs, inviting. Little wrens fly

on through my window. Little chirps that hope.

The bright morning, welcomes wrens that sing with 

street air. Dreams all fly; hope with life.