Dance of Life
Attracted by the candle and your lovely silhouette,
I saw you stand and start to dance...and in my eyes we met.
The stars were burning brightly as lanterns in the sky...
brilliant torches filled the night as the birds went passing by.
The cosmic winds began to blow and stars began to sing ...
in spirals all about us while the sounds around us ring.
The music filled the sky with light again I saw your form,
against the panoramic sky in colors soft and warm.
The stars spun all around us and each contained your face.
Within each ray of starlight your name was softly traced.
Your essence was a fragrance which filled the night with bliss.
My heart reached forward from within to give a magic kiss.
I reached to touch your lovely face but found that you withdrew.
I saw a mirror where you stood and saw you looking through.
You gazed into the emptiness, a deep, dark crystal sea...
a horizontal cavern of all eternity.
When I awakened in a sweat I saw you standing near
and knew that I had been drawn back by your whisper in my ear.
My heart was filled with gladness and even some with glee
to simply know that you had shared the dance of life with me.
I wrote the following poem in response to the famous poem "Ode to a Nightingale" If you know the poem this one will take on a greater depth...
Nightingale's Song
Is there comfort for the nightingale who sang her heart
for nought... or pity to the student whose rose her
song has bought?
Is love not deeper than the sea? Tell me of its
worth! Can it be measured with a scale or compassed
round its girth?
The sacrifice of life and blood shall stain the white
rose red; crimson yet as scarlet until the song lays
dead...
Yet echoes in resounding voice o'er centuries of time,
a standard born of selflessness and ecstacy sublime...
For where is joy but hidden, beneath the pain so deep,
which pierced the song birds heart with thorn and
caused her then to sleep.
Can you hear the melody, which lingers in the sky, and
permeates my thoughts of you... I dare not wonder why.
Blue Moon in Autumn
Walking hand in hand on a moonlit night;
reflections glisten on the lake.
I sense her smile, my heart is light.
The magic is present, as we breath the air,
and autumn's chills upon us break.
I see her eyes and touch her hair.
With two hearts pounding as we touch the sky,
our wild imaginations soar to glorious heights;
our feelings fly.
Even as we watch the star filled night,
our passions rise with every touch,
and then take flight.
Passion's Song
Oh, Firefly, drifting o'er the meadow,
with golden flame aglow...
would you embrace this gentle wind
and some sweet pleasure know?
Could you let me lift you high,
dancing in the breeze?
Would you receive my soft caress,
gliding through the trees?
Please listen to my whisper,
"Come fly with me tonight.
Hold me close and dance aloft,
til early morning's light."
Or could you be a candle bright,
as breezes soft caress?
Would you build into a flame,
Love's sweet passions to posess?
Oh come and dance with me sweet flame,
and passion's magic share,
then resting in love's sweet embrace...
abandon every care.
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