He woke the aphoristic thunders of deep creations
The echoic storms over their mountains lifting prophets
As a constellation of possessional forces & spirituality
…and yet along the concise edge of infinity she stood
outstretched with her illuminous arms in precious nectar
like a Zephyrus meadowing perfumery
plucking boronia roots and calendula petals…
Drenching in honeysuckle garlands
She sang to him through her ancestral visions
Inside his waning heart…chiming melodious intentions
Into the very heart which dies with veils of sorrow
Engraving permanence a little more everyday
into the eternality of their fiery flames… forevermore…
Lonely and yet full of abandon’s surrender
Where he knew she could still see his genteel beauty
Without the harrowing questions and disporting conceptions
The absolute sonata of dances and silent balletic waltz’s
Parade as they spoke diaphanously through their moon ferals
Whispery & enchanting as eventide over evocative serenities…
… and yet tranquilly coincidental
…those transcendental isles beckoning
While deliberately released within quietude’s calm clover
into the ethereal promises of their edulcorate souls & repose
as the conciseness of their elliptic harmonies continue embracing
they dance the new dances of the lustrate wind tides
alone in unisons…as one rainbowic arc.
Vickie, this is a very special rendering and I am taken in particular by the beauty of, "The absolute sonata of dances and silent balletic waltz's, parade as they spoke diaphanously through their moon ferals" - a sonata as smooth as a Viennese waltz - I wish you love and peace my dear friend - Jon Michael
Such a lovely piece of writing. It actually brought tears to my eyes. You my Dearest poet are truly loved........GOD BLESS YOU and Yours.......LOVE ALWAYS TONY.
