Soft Brass
Soft brass rising above the hills and dales
On a morning enfolded in lamp black
Soft burbling brass rising unchallenged
Through cerulean blues and cirrus skies
A brassy cortège bearing a dead weight
Soft brass passing through lines of Prussian blues
Past the swirling wraiths lost in time and space
Past the demi-gods held in abeyance
Soft brass marking time, meeting the darkness
And heading out beyond the starry sky
Beyond the celestial horizon
Beyond the realm of starlight, awakened
By soft caressing brass, a mortal soul
Emerging into the void cognisant
Of the nature of immortality
Soft brass falling across the hills and dales
On a morning enveloped in sunlight
Sustained by the breath of a living well
Leaving behind an insistent echo
To guide a mortal soul to Heaven’s veil
© 2024 Irfan Virk