That evening,
alone and at peace,
I began discerning, as
I strolled, just distant in
the meadows, a faint shape
in a wash of shadows.
.
'Come closer,' a voice whispered,
'and I will show you a soul’s beauty.'
.
Intrigued, I drew nearer, and as I did,
a beatific form appeared and began
a casual adagio from arabesque.
In wonderment I stared,
wide-eyed, as
my mind marveled at
the possibilities of what the
unfolding moments might reveal.
.
En dehors, the woman
cupped her breasts,
smiled,
and then,
with a sudden
and magnificent jete,
she began to pirouette
beneath the night sky. Ardently,
as pearly moonlight filtered through
thinning clouds, the willowy motions of
sketching fingers composed an opus upon
the ashen incandescence heightening her features.
.
Gracefully,
she flitted upon
whispering breezes,
in lyrical-loftiness, twirling
to the silent symphonies of
celestial equators… lithely,
across the meadows, face
aglow in lambent
moonlight;
she etched her
passions in sweet
abandon, as a wash
of movement merged into
fluidly unrestrained expression.
.
Enthralled, I stared,
(from one moment to
the next) as she became for
me a light through diamonds;
a mesmerizing vision radiant in
shimmering moonlight. In mute
enchantment I felt myself,
yielding to the clarity,
straining for the
splendor, as
she pillared me
in tender empathy,
and took my creative mind
to places never before dreamed…
~ ~ ~
A sudden clamorous
alarm jolted me awake.
Blearily I sat up, in a daze,
stunned how real it’d been,
angry for having been
snatched so rudely
from something
so marvelous,
and now so
keenly anxious
to return to what
was only a faint haze…
Alas… another workday had arrived.
.
richard lloyd cederberg
7/2019
                Between the Cracks