Like efflorescence, night pens it's mood.
More blue than a cornflower summer sky.
Thoughts of the daytime too are luminous.
Your presence, though far, creates them so.
Soft textured velvet is my mood today.
It sings me memory-tunes of your word.
Silence is potent when poetry speaks.
I hear and catch music deep in my soul.
Music of blue velvet whispers - catching the mood of your soul - excellent Fay