Inside the circle of love

My dreaming eyes opened to Opera.

At this early hour.

The notes  of Tosca's arias soaring

high into the waiting sky

Outside, the birdsong.

Both,

equally beautiful.

Silver light soaking through the attic window.

My ears , silent and  listening.

She opens her mouth ~

and diamonds fall out.

Someday, I will hear Angela Gheorghiu sing in Covent Garden Opera House.

I will.