Ethereal

Acrostic Poem

Evening breezes sweet with cut candied grass.

Tinkling chimes that can never be seen.

Human hearts drifting in and out like snow banks.

Evergreens soaked in hopes and dreams.

Rivers of thought that murmur and crash.

Eyes closing out last lingering light.

A small voice leans in and softly whispers,

Live this day, and die this night.