Love is not a possession but a gift…Life lived without love
is a meager meek existence. This humble Minstrel will whisper words of love’s lament, silently through words…
Infatuation is loves passion gone unnoticed by the moonstruck eyes
of the soulful poetess…Only the poetess in the moon holds the master key to the secrets locked securely…deep within her mystic heavens… Their glimmer reflects an effervescence vividly shining from within hearts that believe in love…
Penned on watermarked cotton paper
Cursive letters script the words
of a surrendering rhythmic rhyme.
The ardent sonata was written
by the light of a Blue Moon’s shine.
The blood red ink bled through
the white wrinkled cotton pages;
musical notes dried by the warmth
of glowing Moon Beams
in the subtle pollination breeze...
The maestro Coyote’s howl cried out!
Instinctively rousing the stillness of the night; a feral essence echoed through the eerie silence of the distant horizon,
bringing helpless lovers to their knees.
The words to the Cabernet Sauvignon
stained midnight lullaby,
were emotions quilled,
blending an aura accenting
organic warmth of tones...
The native maple trees
flowering canopies of Spring
released a dusty yellow pollen
onto the watermarked cotton sheets.
In a moment of rapturous intimacy,
an elixir of intoxicating bliss
illumined the achingly euphoric moments.
A natural untamed wildness was exhaled; savored ecstasy released into a passionate song of love …
That poignant melody forever lingers,
like hieroglyphics on the walls
of some long lost abandoned cave.
Engraved, etched and stroked
onto the brattice canvas of a musical Minstrel’s melodic montage ...
Watch the artiste’s fingers
prancing graceful ballet
Worn down catgut strings moan
purr,
crying out lustfully. as if it were lovers
sighing breathlessly the rhythm’s cadence
whispers a masterpiece in an infinite harmonious time...
The tempo’s lines Phrasing…
...hush...! ♪♫♪~♫♪♪
Listen to the pictures flow...
Listen to the weeping guitar strings
of the sensual troubadour
stroking the metaphorical canvas scene.
The ebb and flow of the musical rhythms
arouse the Blue Moon’s hypnotic allure,
throwing incandescent shadows that dance all around.
Joyfully twirling, blissfully embracing
in the Forget-me-not fields; Bluebonnet Lupine swirl and tango
with the moonlit breeze.
Lilacs fragrant aroma drifts
with spring’s churning romantic haze;
rekindling this fleeting memories recital.
The Minstrel and the Minstrel’s song now yearn to be set free ~
Timbre without reverberation …
The twilight serenade was never penned
to be hidden from the Nightingale
A romantic moment’s sorrowful lament
to be abandoned like a broken dream
fading unnoticed into forevermore ~
Unsung, unsaid, unreleased, unrequited through eternity…
The maestro Coyote
is a wilderness troubadour
illumined under the gloaming
full moon’s delights.
