#dreamfulness
***Penned on watermarked cotton paper
Cursive letters script the words
of a surrendering rhythmic rhyme.
The ardent sonata was written
by the light of a Blue Moon’s shine.***
The blood red ink bled through
the white wrinkled cotton pages;
musical notes dried by the warmth
of glowing Moon Beams radiance
in the subtle pollination breeze...
The maestro Coyote’s howl cried out!
Instinctively rousing the stillness of the night;
a feral essence echoed
through the eerie silence
of the distant horizon,
bringing helpless lovers to their knees.
The words to the Cabernet Sauvignon
stained midnight lullaby,
were emotions quilled,
blending an aura accenting
organic warmth of tones...
The native maple trees'
flowering canopies of Spring
released a dusty yellow pollen
onto the watermarked cotton sheets.
In a moment of rapturous intimacy,
an elixir of intoxicating bliss
illumined the achingly euphoric moments.
A natural untamed wildness was exhaled;
savored ecstasy released
into a passionate song of love …
That poignant melody forever lingers,
like hieroglyphics on the walls
of some long lost abandoned cave.
Engraved, etched, brushed and stroked
onto the brattice canvas
of a musical Minstrel’s
melodic montage ...
Watch the artiste’s fingers
prancing graceful ballet
Worn down catgut strings
***moan
weep
purr***
crying out lustfully.
as if it were
enraptured lovers'
breathless sighs
the rhythm’s cadence
whispers a masterpiece
in an infinite
harmonious time...
The tempo’s lines
Phrasing…
...hush...!
♪♫♪ ~ ♫ ♪♪
Listen to the pictures flow...
Listen to the weeping guitar strings
of the passionate troubadour
stroking the metaphorical canvas scene.
The ebb and flow
of the musical rhythm's throb
arouse the Blue Moon’s hypnotic allure,
throwing incandescent shadows
that dance around Moonbeams.
Joyfully twirling, blissfully embracing
in the blossoming Forget-me-not fields;
Bluebonnet Lupine
swirl and tango
with the moonlit breeze.
Lilacs fragrant aroma drifts
with spring’s churning romantic haze;
rekindling this fleeting memories recital.
The Minstrel and the Minstrel’s song
now yearn to be set free ~
Timbre without reverberation …
The twilight serenade was never penned
to be hidden from the Nightingale
A romantic moment’s sorrowful lament
to be abandoned like a broken dream;
fading unnoticed into forevermore ―
Unsung, unsaid, unreleased,
unrequited
through eternity…
The maestro Coyote
is a wilderness troubadour
illumined under the gloaming
full moon’s spell.
Howling soulfully...
wailing impulsively ~
... crying hopefully
pleading mournfully
lamenting
the Minstrel’s breathless cadenza ...
A bitter sweet musical embryo of love
found and lost
below
the full Blue Moon’s
glistening light…
© H. Rivers ... 2012, 2013
all rights reserved
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 12:46 PM UTC
The trap was set by the light of the winter blue moon ;
just a simple blank sheet of paper and a pen
The Antique Cherry carved poster bed stood alone ,
adorning four Bordeaux colored silk pillowcases ,
fluffed feather pillows impatiently laying in wait
The stone cold down comforter that blanketed the loneliness
was neatly turned down from where it lay tucked and rolled ...
I close my eyes with a surrendering sigh ;
the cold touch of solitude brings a breathtaking shiver
Curling up in a fetal ball for a sense of closeness ,
like a tiny abandoned child, waiting for the sandman
to steal away the remains of another lonely day ...
In the imperative silence of the moonlit stillness ,
you could hear the blood running through my veins
The pounding heartbeat is reluctantly softened
quietly drifting off into a dream ...
The first arousing whisper broke the silence ,
as musings tiptoed through the silent reverie
Songs danced throughout the secret places ,
safely kept out of the wilderness' nocturnal voyeurs eyes
Words murmured expose an unsated caged yearning ;
an insatiable thirst that aloneness can not quench ...
Emotions ebb and flow within the twilight depths
of our thickly breathed word play
Intertwined in the infinite beauty
of enchanting moonstruck conjured delights ...
We glide speechlessly in the starlit moon dust,
levitating blissfully like giddy adult playmates
with an uninhibited wanton glee
Mesmerized by a rousing romantic essence
stirring up an urgent swooning breeze
If only this recurring dreamfulness
could reach out beyond reach a bewitching dream
to tenderly touch another impassioned heart of soul ...
~
The sweat soaked sheets are now tangled ,
twisted traces of ecstasy tossed and turned
Awakened flesh trembling with the uncovered morning chill
A body drained and exhausted
as if there were never a moments sleep ...
The trap was set by the light of the winter blue moon ;
perfectly placed to catch the spilled secrets
of a moonstruck midnight spell
Awakening to find a paling illusion’s memory
laid bare in words, stranded on the cotton sheets of dawn ~
In the heat of the night these three simple words
were clearly scribbled, trapped on the once blank sheet of paper ―
to remind me in ink blue ...
***It is You !!!
and
" I breathe you in my dreams "***
harlon rivers ….❤ happy belated St. Valentines day ☽
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC