" Lap me in soft Lydian airs
Married to immortal verse
Such as the meeting soul may pierce
In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out,
With wanton heed, and giddy cunning,
The melting voice through mazes running;
Untwisting all the chains that tie
The hidden soul of harmony."
{Milton}
Lydian airs
of a summer morning
dappled light
lands softly
touching the world
with whispers
of gentleness
softly
softly
the sun rises...