Silent Lullabies

The ethereal fragrance soars
Through my nostrils,
As I cross my fingerprints
Along the attenuate timber–
With that gorge flowing
Along abysmal depths.

Rhapsody amidst words,
Divulging through sanctitude.

I lie in deepening solitude, like the moon,
Within thousand serenades– sung by the stars.
The colossal depths
That lie across the lit candle,
As I flip the maiden folio.

I travel upon
A veneer of spiritual glance
Lying within the propelling pages.

Floating amidst
The endless pool of ink strokes,
I lie tranquil
Even between the curls–
As the silent lullabies
Sing to me.

I fly in obscure lands,
Which lie deep
Within me.