Feast Of Summer Moons

 

Tonight and all over the earth,

there is merriment.

Cocky birds will dance

at  maske and vest.,

and many times at best

I have dreamt of this

in sadness

still to awake with laughter

within my breast.

and yet

beyond these lids

and lashes,

the world is

still our oyster,

whether it be hailed

by sighing violins

or paired by

charmed footsteps.

 

Madame Butterfly;

my cupid kills in arrows

and so grieves her;

her Puccini,

should love speak

beyond a reasonable

torment of expectation.

 

Let her feast then

beneath the moons

soft with light and

with souls as bright

as sunlight, brilliant

 upon the water

 bound not

by counterfeits of passion,

 having railed

 so long at love,

that it does seem to

have become a habit.

 

Whisper again

 to a virgin night,

that dreams with

eyes wide open,

and sails to a song within.

 

Love is ancient and ageless and

hearts will remain young

 forever,

for which men and women

will hunger, 

because, amor ,

sweet amor 

is a  feast and

fit for summer moons.

Reviews

[jusgivit]

owwwwee.. you do have..a very romantic bone..in your bod ..it runs in the fam
I loved the lil mysteriousness plus. the use of summer moon.. makes one warm inside
as you rest your eyes to feel the words. i love it Rob I was interested in the different use of words

[Pax Analog]

A scrumptious feast indeed! Enjoyable is the sense of amorous merriment, redolent of the Bard, of a Renaissance Faire for two. Lovely, lyrical, luscious.

[Barry S. Maltese]

What a lovely ode to the joy that springs from the season. Be it the harvest moon, or the full moon that lights up the sky with a romantic glow, this feeling you describe is a lovely one. Very nicely written, and very enjoyable to read.