An anthology of my emotions,
a silent concerto in my mind.

My life a largo requiem,
an elegy of the unborn.
Dreaming past my psalm
of hushed regrets,
yet no bolero comes to pass.
I tired of the dismal lullaby
tugging my mind
into perennial sleep.

A bitter nocturne to the moon.

Then there was you.

Suddenly, an aria,
quickening my soul.

Countervailing my
somber cantata,
I utter it no more.

Immediately a tango
of intertwined desires
flushed to the surface.

False dreams of my own idyll abandoned,
a perfect waltz realized and obtained.

A handfasted epithalamion,
a flawless dream made true.

And together, we dance.
My heart races to a rigadoon
while my feet to a pavan.

The deep rhapsody of my love resonates
over a distant minuet of the past.

Compositions inhibited
never for the future.
Ever free to dance
from the present on.

02/26/2007

Posted on 02/27/2007
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