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
Notes (optional)
"It's a marvelous night for a moon dance"
from the written pages of a hopeless romantic
Post Script:
An attempt to blow the dust off the hidden archives and the aging tomes to bring my unpublished writing portfolio back into the light.
A friend from my musical past ask me to publish this once again and LEAVE IT published...how could I say no to one who uplifts the low (?)!
