love runs deep
and true like the Isar
flowing as an
amorous stream
immersing lovers
in the surge of
golden currents
its thrilling
buoyancy
lifting the
beloved
reaching sanctuaries
on soft grassy banks
finding solace
in trickling eddies
sustaining the
most hungry
of hearts
Isar springs
from a far off
continental
pinnacle
tipping from the
mystic peaks of
mythical Valhallan
tables
royally set to feast
the unabashed love
of Tristan and Isolde
she
pours
as an
ambrosial
libation
brewed
by master
Brewmeisters
coursing through
the veins of all
Bavarians
she sweeps across
lush Alpine meadows
anointing the water
with nectarous
edelweiss fragrance
and budding sprigs
of mountain laurel
generous streams
gently cascade
down the Alp’s,
sloping through
picturesque
valleys,
sustaining the
blue on white
Maypoles of
busy hamlets
crafting the
things of life
the glacial melt
of Spring swells
the flows of
a rising Isar
bringing new things
from far off places
heralding arrivals
revealing epiphanies
washing the
deepest stains
carrying away
the unholy flotsam
of loved
starved souls
proclaiming fidelity
tributaries are joined
in a holy union
once submerged
hidden doubts
yearnings and
unrequited
longings
are banished
in a mornings
lifting mist
charting new
courses for
companionship
summer reveals
sparkling waters
winding its way
through beds
of polished stones
during the
easy season
the river offers
respite from
pressing heat
clear waters
invite bathers
to dip a toe,
wade deep or
fully submerge
oneself in pools
of rejuvenation
British Gardens
offer spectacle
of self affirmed
nudists and
surfers tacking
atop waves,
while spectators
marvel from
protected alcoves
yearning to
peel off
extraneous
layers of cloths
to experience
the joy of naked
freedom
during gay times
carefree summer
lovers intoxicated by
the sweet scent of
blooming tulip trees
rendezvous in
hidden glades
breathlessly
relishing the
intimate reveries
of seclusion
embracing
renewed
discoveries of
fathomless desire
along canals
laborers find
the recompence
of a well earned
day of rest
families lay blankets
to define the space
where circles of trust
are assembled,
where identity
is sculpted
and family folklore
is handed down,
entrusted to the
guardianship of
a new generation
the boughs of
broad leaf trees
seat heralds
of songbirds,
gracefully shading
the resting with
a welcomed lullaby
while shielding loungers
from the remorseless
hum of a busy city
water and
love unite
forming a base
compound element
nurturing companionship
gleaned on the gentle ebbs
of a green river calling
its estuaries to rejoin
its fluxing host
in Autumn
the foliage of
the glorious season
paints a Monet
masterpiece
a life of love
has wrought
dazzling
watercolor portraits
are splayed onto the
glass surface of her
magnificent face
revealing
the depth
and dimension
of loves full
pallet of life's
seasons
beheld
in living
color for all
to behold
enthralled we
marvel at the
wondrous
portraiture
nature
composed
urging us to wade
into the golden pools
baptized by the grace
of reconciliations from
the dislocations of
expired seasons
as the hard times of winter arrives
serrated edges of ice floes creep
across the snow laced stones
reminding us how jagged
seasons may be
the gray steel water challenges
the warmest hearts of love
but elegant bridges
crowned with
statuesque keystones
arch across the water
joining the river walkways
the knowing statuary
of a city's mythic guardians
are ever watchful
assuring the Isar’s flow
remains unimpeded
and uncorrupted
the beloved of
Munchen sleep well
during the harshest
Bavarian nights
knowing the Angel of Hope
gleams through the darkness
her fluttering wings
sounding surety
to the faithful
her protective pinions
sprinkle gold upon the frozen river
planting the hopeful seeds of spring
whispering reassurances that
love will never be extinguished
Music Selection:
Bette Midler, The Rose
Composed for the marriage
of Maxine and Glendon McCallum
Munchen
7/4/14
Composed for the marriage
of Maxine and Glendon McCallum
Munchen
7/4/14
