Fanfares

   
The nights darkness with it's death    
shroud of stillness without covering  
voice but of tangible taste, texture to    
touch, colouring in thought, sparking    
the ignition of imagination with trumpeting    
fanfares upon horse drawn golden carriages.  
   
Within the silence,  
the stillness  
your arrival from the rooftops  
It's been heralded,  
witnessed and warmly welcomed.