Pink Noise; Different than White Noise

Pink noise; different than white noise.
Protective bubble, bubblegum-
pink bubble bouncing buoyantly,
enveloping, surrounding me
in radiance, love, forgiveness.
Shiny and clean pink soap bubble.
Cotton-candy fluff floating clouds,
blowing with the breeze as it comes
hovering above the ripe ground,
moving seemingly randomly,
but guided by natural force.

Pink noise; gentler than white noise,
drops me off on a mountaintop,
somewhere Swiss with verdant meadows,
yellow flowers, chirping birdies.
Or higher still -- there is no noise,
no rattle and hum, no chatter,
no engines, no bells, no knocking
no questions, no answers. Nothing.
Rolled out on pink velvet carpet,
curling like a tongue to swallow
the vibrations, intonations.