Like efflorescence, night produces mood.
More blue than a cornflower summer sky.
Moods of the daytime too are luminous.
Your presence, though afar, creates them so.
Soft textured velvet is my mood today.
It sings me memory-tunes of your words.
Silence is heavy when poetry speaks.
I hear and catch it's music in my soul.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mood-music-2/
