A Poesia Cantata 1. Sung Poetry or Poetry in Song. Dedicated to Colleen Swan by Manatita
Initially a Sweet Sonnet. I have now added three more stanzas (The first three)
For your many years of dedicated service to others.
Sometimes …, I run into obstacles.
I cry from the plunge of darkness;
Seek healing from falling snow.
A victim of my own transgressions,
I sought solace in a mirage of shadows.
Silhouettes gave me false promises,
Now the day seems endless, and my Soul weeps.
Sometimes …, raindrops fall on my windows;
Light winds caress the tide.
I hear the melodies of celestial nymphs,
And dream of tomorrow’s virgin dawn.
Gulls go by in a cloud of grandeur;
My gaze fixed at the beauty
Of this heavenly romance.
Sometimes, my emotions take me,
To the bliss of lofty and dizzy heights.
Arm in arm we walk,
She looks at me alluringly,
And the winds speak to me of Love.
The symphony of Mozart,
Augments the fragrances of dahlias,
While the rain sheds tears in adoration.
Sometimes, I’m not where you see me,
Not where the Form resides.
Instead, I salute in silence,
To a sweet cavern in my heart.
Delicately balanced, on the radiance
Of myriad rainbows, I play with sunbeams;
Grab the resonance of the waves.
Sometimes, all around is beauty:
Moving pictures speak; the inanimate becomes alive.
Inebriated, I bathe in the wine of heaven;
Sweetness fills the magna of my Soul.
Sometimes, I hold Your gaze … no words …
Zephyrs drift where the snowflakes fell,
In a place where fulfillment dwells.
-Manatita, (Bard of Solace) 30th September, 2014. © Copyrighted
Sometimes we will feel the darkness, which, even then, will be accompanied by
a faint whispering called Hope, yearning and cajoling for our cry to be far-reaching.
It will sing like the psalmist, to our hearts with an unbelievable enchantment, and to
the dreamers of tomorrow, will charm their hearts.
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Sweet heavenly joy. A little sweetness to melt the heart
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