Tuesday, February 4, 2014

If Only in My Dreams ~ Ode to an Enchanting Poetess ~

        

 If Only in My Dreams
~ Ode to an Enchanting Poetess ~

In dreams she whimsically dances with shooting stars
Where moonshadows cast about , gracefully glide
Playfully she taunts and swirls the twinkling stardust ,
Drawn down from the heavens' twilight reprise

The beauty of the enchanting moonbeams ricochet
From her opalescent aura’s rousing tides
It's as if gifts of the sky rain down for to bask upon ;
Bathe in the revelry in love's ambrosial balm

These lonely eyes have pensively awakened in a daydream
In a lustrous presence where a beautiful soul doth flow
Liltingly chasséing with a nimble alluring cadence
A delicate butterflies' passionate flutter on

This spellbound heart is blissfully inhaling her alluring poetic potion
A tantalizingly free spirit of gifted quill shining bright
She notices not the one here gathering stardust in buttercups
A  secret yearning gaze swills the elixir of her splendor's light

For she adorns an all-encompassing  natural cosmic candescence
With a panache magnetically captivating celestial reign
She paints poetry the colour of a beckoning siren’s dreamscape
Fructifies my soul , the mind , the heart .

Within this hidden passion pulses , thrumming restlessly ,
To the graceful charm of her fanciful swing and sway
My silent reverie muted by the verve of an enchantress ballerina
Only in dreams , you know you love her when you watch her flit away
       
Unknowingly she has taught these broken wings to fly ;
To feel each and every heartbeat’s vibrant intone
Cherishing every single sacred breath deeply breathed
If only in my dreams ,  knowing in my heart I’ll never be alone

Therein lies the untrodden labyrinth to rhapsody
I’ve sipped the cup beheld her milk and wild mountain honey nectar
Delight in the essence an exotic angel soaring high as kite unfurled ,
Flying free as an arcadian bluebird with Eau de parfum paper wings

Believing without a doubt , the hope in dreams surely comes true ,
Getting ready for the flood , come by here ;
Showering down from beyond the heavens’ vast azure
Waiting here to drown in the moment of love ...

               harlon rivers© . . . February ,  2014