Poesia Cantata 2 (Sung Poetry or Poetry in Song). Dedicated to Bluebird.

Poesia Cantata 2 (Sung Poetry or Poetry in Song)

You say: “Tell me of the music of poetry,

O Bard of Solace.

Let me visualise its motion in song.”

Shall I sing to you of the flower; and

The sacrifice of its fragrance?.

Or do I reminisce on the blue ocean,

Lapping on the sandy beach of Torquay;

Serenading its desert palms and charming vines?

Shall I tell you of the first time that Love touched me;

That I burned in its delight,

And revelled in its flames?

O Poetry, your music resonates,

In the smile of the lisping child;

Your song a beacon in the hearts of the downtrodden.

Day and night the Universe bends in adoration,

To the cadences of your own rhapsodies.

You write for Your message to whisper in the spirit;

Speak to bring tears, in the hearts of many lovers.

O Artiste par excellence,

You sing in the voice of the nightingale;

Rap with vibrancy in the spoken word.

Sometimes sluggish, like a snail,

You course in your manifold nature,

Or float, like an enchanting butterfly,

In the spirit of your ancestors.

Lover sublime,

You shine in the ethereal realms of Heaven,

Yet veil yourself in the dark clouds of war.

While Wordsworth praise your glory,

You adorn the graffiti on painted walls,

And rise, as a kernel of hope,

In the hearts of the impoverished.

" O Love, grant me the Grace

To be a servant at Thy feet." -Manatita

Arm in arm we walk,

As glistening nights and quivering hearts,

Reminds us of your beauty.

A soft touch; a delicate kiss … fluttering hearts...

Ah! So exquisite Thy Grandeur!

Your rhythm sings; embraces splendour in my Soul.

I see You, whistling and waltzing on daffodils;

Sunflowers in the valley, swaying to Your light winds,

While the mountain crevices and molten rocks,

Burn with a fiery passion,

That speaks of Thy resourcefulness.

Sweet Poetry, You sail on dizzy heights

In Your supernal beauty;

Yet in the contour of our nakedness,

I have found Thy form.

The immortal Keats enchants me with Your Graces,

Da Vinci paints Your very presence in lustred gold.

O poetry, poetry, poetry ...,

While Mozart captures the rapture, of Thy melody of Love,

I offer my salutations, below, and above.

-Manatita (Bard of Solace) 8^th October, 2014. © Copyrighted.

~ Awakening The Light Within ~