Poem-A-Day: Day 460

So the Story Goes

Close the sound of birds
in pastures nothing to perceive
of the sea beneath a lovely world,
magical, like a pearl in a house of stone,
a bed of time, tide washing through the soul.

Hear the soul lift up eyes to the sound,
the sky, and hear a breeze serene
feel like dust on the moon
beneath a magical story 
madrigal lovely.

World waxing lyrical
lies unfold the miracle story,
the lies and the miracle fresh in a shell
of sand and tide to wash your heart, the love,
your soul, lift eyes to the sky and hear a voice serene.