CACOPHONY

the cacophony of the world 

collides with the wind

and the ocean rises in opalescence.

the skunk touched me by chance

and now the cacophony of my senses

has created a shimmer of opalescence.

this has struck me as odd. 

the opalescent rising of the sea has distracted me

and no longer do I seek harmony in this world of cacophony

I have chanced upon your touch

and from the cacophony risen has stillness

opalescent still, and at times, an odd silence.

I've visited and embraced the skunk

I've seen it's family with many children

their beautiful black and white arouses my opalescence.

the colors shine forth

the chance has been odd. 

but the cacophony of the world finally makes sense.

opalescence rustles in the stillness of the trees

I harness these forces now

the cacophony of the world now lies in harmony.