Nearly sundown
Saturn and Venus entertain
the full moon.
I feel the rush of salt water around my ankles
as the evening surf recedes...
my naked feet sucked into cool wet sand,
sinking ever deeper
into the metered rhythm of the ebbing tides
captured by the moon.
The touch of her hand on my bare shoulder
rescues me
from the rippling spell of lunar light,
reminder that time is running out:
we obliged to attend a ceremonial dinner,
Gianetta adorned in the finest silks from Turkestan,
me in my purple diviner’s cassock,
celebrating the resurrection of Plutarch’s
Mother of the Universe,
the full moon venerated by the Sioux,
as the old woman who never dies,
and romanced by Keats as passion’s poesy,
hiding now behind the veil
of Wordsworth’s textured cloud, her
invitation this night
to dine and rejoice in vintage wine
the color of moonlight,
attended by the music of the spheres
and Gianetta’s
moonstruck masquerade of faceless dancers.
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Your visuals brought me there over and over... Thank YOU! The salty ocean and her way of healing from inside out....
Your heart is pure! as the evening moon endures....
WRITE ON!
Warmest Blessings, Warrior Purple Lady Sheexooo
STay Positive!
John
My hat off to you beatiful bard of long ago
Cheers
Alain
Newfie hugs, Rose
Love,
Sage
every line sings.....every image quakes....
she better cling to this with crazyglue :}
beautiful tribute.
ness
You are a gentleman who has blessed a fine artist.
Be always safe,
Karen
Nicely written, Gene.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Did I say 'thank you'?
Goodness, this totally blew me away - so beautiful - so loving - so passionate - stunning is all I can say, my new favorite from you! Well done, my (((friend))).
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
This Gem For Gina Is Superb as all your writes!
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
John