a poem by
Harlon Rivers...
“Dance at Bougival” artist Pierre- Auguste Renoir 1882-1883
A Sweet Pea Minuet
An unrecognizable minuet plays
mysteriously in the obscure distance
The hypnotic triple time notes have
mesmerized vulnerable emotions
A subtle, yet familiar fragrant
aroma
swirls in each breath of the gentle
breeze ~
Enchanting harmony floating towards
the fantasia of a vintage minuet
The closer I get … the more I
realize it is you at last.
I inhale the tantalizing elixir of
your sweet pea essence
Adoring your warm and gentle
graceful elegance
as we drift and glide as if our
dream’s seeds were planted
within the dream dust of my mind,
budding and blossoming in a
glorious moment...
Surrendering all consciousness stepping
off the threshold
into a dream of a 17th century
vision of desire,
exhilarated by the passionate dance
of two kindred souls.
The ashes of the forgotten, the
broken dreams left behind,
have finally vanished like dust in
the winds of time
The hazy mist of your angelic aura
leaves me flushed,
spell bound and level with earth...
The anticipation of fresh dreams
together
emerged in the dizzying haze of
emotional surrender ~
The atmosphere swirled with the
whirlwind of your presence;
magnetism of essence awakens,
intoxicating my heart
with your magical elixir of life.
I savored and sipped every
enchanting drop
of the moments sacred nectar
Neither dream dust nor the Sandman
can control
the destinies of our dreams or what
the allure of hope holds
Willingly we spin with an
uncontrollable yearning
As the minuet ends, the secrets of
our love’s pirouette evolves
Its voluptuous swell is only the
initial alluring dance
mesmerizing the blissful seeds of
desire
sprouting in dream dust...
