boundless zenith

no other sound but your whistle
is suffocating, penetrating,
liberating.

you capture me undividedly,
giving me a chorus of finer flow
like crystal drops of dew,

slowly descending from a peak
of a boundless zenith.

2020

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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