#aria
I wish I could look into your eyes,
But Aphrodite won't let me;
For a mere mortal must not heavenly pleasures cherish.
I wish your majestic gait could attain the liquidity of a waltz,
And yet, lose not a scintilla of that grandeur,
That made modest a proud admirer.
I wish I could touch the hands I saw in a dream,
Bestowing spring upon the autumn-struck lilacs,
Lying keen, by the empty street.
I wish I could make you hear 'L'amour est un oiseaux rebelle',
That my earnest love for you, on 'festive' eves sings,
To commemorate grief, that days make me oblivious to.
Now! I call upon you!
Come here,
And be the harbinger to my bliss.
Come here, I pray,
And help catch every moment that dies,
Before we even know it existed.
O come here,and let's sing,
'Libiamo, libiamo'
Before death even knows we exist.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC
your song
i long
i sing
lone wing
by myself
without thyself
all alone
without my favorite tone
" you "
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 8:21 AM UTC
Don't scream "I love you" from the mountaintops,
competing with the babel and clamor of the world.
Whisper it to me in the still silence of the night,
making me strain to hear it,
blocking out the din of the universe to focus on the melody of your voice.
Let me feel it infuse the skin of my neck,
carried by the sweetness of your breath.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC
The bare pads
of her toes
thumped
across
the photo-faded
tiles
Fingertips
outstretched
at full attention
Precious enough
to catch
the kiss
only
mama's lips
could gift
She walked
away
slowly
taking
great
care
exhibiting
to all who
didn't know
the only thing
she knew to
treasure
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
-on a local beer at a local pub, or
another good reason to speak out as a poet
An angel in an apron offered me a drink.
"Here comes Eternal Youth," she said,
"it is meant to make you think."
While I drank, the world billowed like a sail.
Time went crazy, bladders appeared,
the world's front peeled off like a veil.
Heroes and gods alike were humbled.
Their faces aged, their bones crumbled,
the wind swept away what remained of them.
With them they took the light.
I stumbled in pitch black darkness
and man, from the deep I cried.
And then, suddenly, I knew:
my voice, that's me, I'm here!
I'm not too young to interfere!
I shouted and pushed up the curtain,
reflected light cut through the dark:
the waving sea, time to embark!
My angel again was in her counsellor's role.
"Now sail in song forever," she spoke,
"raise your voice, save your soul!"
I peered into the golden waves...
and found it was this magic potion,
that turned and turned in its majestic motion.
There is truth in wine but there's soul in beer;
and when it sends you spinning, sing, sing!
sing, so all the world can hear!
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 9:01 AM UTC
-from Venice: a tipsy gentleman
bursts into song for his escort girl
If I only could admire your feet, forever,
I would pray to live on
and live on - pray, forever.
I know I am not the only one.
So glad to follow this tranquil lot,
these fine and happy admirers,
who bow to pay your offertory.
To join this choir,
these humble connoisseurs
who yield to your glory.
I stumbled, hit the bottom,
today lost all that I possessed.
My head, my mind, my soul -
so incredibly clear now,
ready to follow, eager to bow
for the urge of my heart.
To join this song,
sung in eloquent silence,
turning to the mystery of your feet.
This moment is eternity,
far away my petty desires.
It is perfect time, the only time,
never started, never ends.
If I only could admire your feet, forever,
I would pray to live on
and live on - pray, forever.
No sound, no sight, no smell, no taste -
this channel opened in my heart.
No boat, no lapping waves,
no misty vapours shining in the night -
just the clarity of clarity:
a foothold for us all.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 10:06 AM UTC
Once there was a simple song, from which all songs did spring,
It was smooth, soft and sweet - 'Twas a pretty thing.
But the song grew tired - For so long had it sung alone
That bereft of a simple love, it returned to it's single home.
And through the morning forests, and through the far-off seas,
The early things set to waiting for the Song of Autumn Leaves-
And so this song was one day borne, into a waiting world
And captured in the softened form- Of a baby girl.
And this girl would travel the world, blessed with a gift of singing
Praised for her golden voice, revered for her hope and dreaming-
So the forests began to rustle, and the seas soon went to discussing
About this sweet and simple girl, to whom to they turned to trusting
For she was borne to help the healing of a troubled land
Asking nothing in return,to give everything she had
As the years went passing by, she slowly came to think
That no one loved her for her, they only wanted her to sing.
Then she swore to silence, so the forests and seas began to craft
A wooden man with a heart of pearl to help her love and laugh-
Set at the foot of a far-off coast, The wooden man began to look
For the hiding place of the Autumn Song, and as it was it took
Years before he found her, And the winds grew colder on each,
Without her voice to guide him, she was never within his reach.
So he climbed to the top of a mountain, and gazed out to look afar
And spied her lying in a moonlit field, in the Valley of the Falling Star.
So quickly he went to her, and in the valley set to easing her mind
Tickling her with a leafy branch - She laughed for the first time!
And he told her stories, of things he had done and seen
When trying desperately to find her, so that her eyes began to gleam.
And then quite gently, he asked her what was wrong
And smiling so beautifully, she obliged him with a song-
And the song moved him so, that the wooden man began to cry,
And when his sappy tears touched him, the wooden man came alive!
And the joy the two discovered was a thing of natural beauty,
And their love became a legend - It was so soft, sweet and soothing
That it stood in song for ages hence, an example of what could be
When mankind mingles with sound, of when music and nature meet.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC
She’s indescribable – this girl
I have troubles
Explaining her in words
That are coherent
Or eloquent
I fear that I won’t ever
Have the capability
Of writing about her
In such a way
That these words
Will even come close
To being as beautiful as her.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
You're everything
I don't
Deserve
But everything
I need to
Have.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
Her lips were soft
And carried Chapstick.
It was so addicting
I wonder how
I found the power
To let go.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
She
Is my
Reason
And inspiration
To try
And recover
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
This girl has consumed my thoughts
As she’s done multiple times before
I think of nothing else
But the way she bites her lip
Ever so tentatively
She doesn’t notice
How I gaze at her whilst she rests
The simplicity of the moment
As if all of time stands still
It’s just us now
What has become of me?
How have I let her in?
Deep within my soul
Where she’s claimed her home
“Safe,” she tells me
She burrows her face in my neck
I lace my arm around her frame (so frail she is)
“Please don’t let go,” she pleads
I purse my lips and murmur,
“I can’t.”
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC