The Evening Casserole

In the night the songs served a stew of resonance,
the flavors of tones simmering in the soul,
with the scent of distant roses
slowly becoming a balm devoured for its blissful textures,
eyes supping upon the pastry of illumination
that summoned a soothing syrup,
spread as icing over the heart.

The air carried a breeze of cool caress,
carefully combing the pores with their zesty touch,
which was ingested as a serene soup,
slowly savored for its blissful condiments.

Within it became a cornucopia for the conscience
so readily consumed it each arousing ingredient
while words became the muffins of the mind,
a tranquil snack that inspired a banquet in calming appetizers
until one’s very being was wholly satiated by the buffet.

Amid the fragrant glow of the communal flicker
there was a sugar for the spirit so enriching,
seasoned by the ambience
of the quintessential sensory smorgasbord,
utterly swirling together
a veritable blend in stimulation spices,
totally entwining the moment into a spellbound entrée.

Happily dipped in that charm’s sauce,
completely swallowing its every audible and visual portion
as the staple and sustenance of the evening casserole.