Daily Archives: March 7, 2024

A Velvet Night

whispering winds dance with trees
in the forest’s silent symphony
a symphony of rustling leaves
as nature sings its melody

moonbeams weave through night’s embrace
painting dreams in silver lace
a tapestry of shimmering light
guiding souls through the velvet night

stars wink in the vast expanse
whispering secrets in cosmic dance
a celestial ballet, infinite and free
where magic lives eternally_____
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CENT POÈMES – XIIIOISEAUX ET RÊVES

La créature à plumes me manque
le bec me chatouille la main
alors que je la nourris de tout mon
rêves

— ces rêves volants !


A HUNDRED POEMS – LXXXV(rev)

Love; a distant dream untouched by lips,
Yet you, the brightest sun in my soul eclipse.
Words falter as I dare not confess,
My immortal-she, my heart’s sweet distress.

I die today, for your hand I can’t hold,
Yet in my dreams, your touch is bold.
Lifeless scenes burst into vibrant hue,
As I paint your essence, a love so true.

Listen! The melody, a lover’s plea,
A symphony of passion, for you and me.
Beneath the veiled sky, our love’s embrace,
A whispered yearning, a tender grace.

Oh, to confess! To shatter the chains,
And unveil the depth of our longing pains.
Fear of rejection, a fleeting shadow,
But love’s fierce flame, impossible to outgrow.

Your heart, a canvas, craving my touch,
With every stroke, our love blooms much.
Your spirit, my muse, ignites the fire,
As I paint our love, soaring ever higher.

Though fingers tremble, and words hesitate,
Let our hearts speak, for love won’t wait.
In every note, our story unfolds,
A tale of passion, forever untold.


By Divine Design

By divine design, a melody takes flight,
Like sunbeams dancing on a celestial height.

Each note, a whisper from the heavens above,
A tapestry of sound woven with love.

Fingers dance on ivory keys so white,
Translating the divine into earthly light.

 (By divine design, a melody unfolds,

A symphony within, a story untold)

Each phrase, a brushstroke on the canvas of the soul,
Unearthing emotions, making them whole.

A dance of joy, a whisper of despair,
The melody reflects the burdens we all bear.

The angels sing:

“By divine design, a melody ignites,
A journey through landscapes, bathed in starlight!”

This poem, broken writes:

“From rolling hills where gentle breezes sigh,
To mountain peaks that pierce the endless sky.
The melody evolves, a constant surprise,
Unveiling mysteries in each listener’s eyes.”

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Notes:

I express my love and soul through divine design.
The thematic depth and this poem’s ability to evoke
powerful emotions and imagery.

I write notes because after I am gone I wish the readers
to understand what I have written. I am not cheating.
I am telling you, the reader why I wrote this poem.

This written poem delves into a transformative nature
of words and music and its ability to connect individuals
on a spiritual level. The imagery of fingers dancing on
ivory keys and phrases being brushstrokes on the canvas
of the soul highlights the profound emotional and
psychological impact of music.

My poem also acknowledges the universal human experience
of joy and despair, suggesting that music has the power
to reflect and alleviate the burdens we carry.

Overall, I want to express words and music as a universal
language that transcends cultural and linguistic barriers.


AROUND ROSES

LAST WORDS – a phrase that hovers near,
When pain and sorrow draw us near.
A road I find, devoid of end,
In depths of soul, I descend.

My heart’s lament, a silent cry,
For perfect love I can’t espy.
An angel’s touch, a love unknown,
Leaves me adrift, alone.

Who shall grasp my hand, I plea,
As I descend into the sea?
Existence, not in human guise,
But love, a bloom that never dies.

As child, I felt your gentle grace,
Yet still, I search, in endless chase.
For what my life’s true purpose be,
Remains a mystery unto me.

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