~ Dreams in Baroque

~ Dreams in Baroque, with an Baroque mind, and heart.

~ Dreams in Baroque 

 

 

 

 Let me walk alone another night time,

    For here I feel home, in the woods

        Of these forlorn times

Within my deepest solitude

     I make love to words,

             To nature, to you…

I hear the notes, my inner music

    Aching hauntingly

In the back of my mind

            Finding a place to rest

 

 

             And when the day is coming,

        I’ll be out of sight,

 I shall not bother you,

             With my baroque mind

       Yet I know you’re with me,

           Strongly day and night

Like a firefly around me,

           To land softly

                   On my shoulder

 

 

Let me breathe through all the pain,

     That never seems to end,

       I feel you, and within

           The light the moon weeps

              As sharp as she shines now,

And as frozen as her tears

        There is calmness,

                 To my path

            Hope to my road,

Just  feel my love in distance, with no fear

       My presence without vain.

 Be not afraid when I won’t return

      For together we already are…

                 You know, I have more than one

         Strong melody in my head,

I hear whole symphonies, like unseen worlds

    Countries large, and mountains high;

Each one is another road,

 

 

            And from there,

There are new wings to spread,

   Flights of music to make, together

      With you, and with our dreams

                   I hear thoughts

        Of a whole orchestra

                And listen to the message

          I won’t bother you with this era

That lives in me, for in the end,

                      I can only hear it.

                

                Love is like the wind, my man,

   We are like the stream of essence

        It comes and goes, when it feels the need;

             It’s as elusive as spring cannot touch winter,

And the birds not sing at night, but I…

        Just hummed some silent whispers

             I felt they danced like little raindrops

      O’er hills to you, to make music 

          On your windowpane that day

     And when you turned around, and slowly woke,

                 You felt a presence

      You know I was with you, to love you

                 To make contact...

 

 

 

 

~ Elisa Laura

Author's Note

Thank you for being here.. -xx- :)

Reviews

[I. Wright]

My dear friend, although it is in the first person I interpreted this piece as a walk between the personal experiences of two people. The narrator dives into her personal realm, to feel, to imagine, to love, to walk away. But it is a seperate (not necessarily different but seperate) experience from her lover. And in that negative space created by the words, one can't help but think of that lover, what is he thinking? Is he okay with this outcome? To that subjective trap, there is reconciliation in both characters experienceing the same thing, i.e., the rain storm that she is witness to and the music it creates on his widowpane . . . or mutual love, itself. There is a weave in his poem of touch and distance that is absolute magic and requires great skill to achieve. Thank you for posting.

Thank you dear for such a wonderful intense review. I truly appreciate you, I was kinda busy the whole week, and this weekend. Not had much time to be here... I do love it what you got out of this, and I appreciate your reviews very much, you really read things. Thank you W.

[thevampiress]

it's nice but a bit sad ,

[Brian F. Lockard]

Your work is always an experience. You make writing and poetry look like a true art form. Keep it up!

-Brian

Thank you so much my friend... it means a lot. Check your instagram... ;) Eli xo

[Brian F. Lockard]

You're very welcome. And I will ;)

-Brian

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Elisa Laurel... At times, we are like migrating
songbirds... seeking shelter from the storm...
sharing a tree and some seed, feathers touching feathers
for warmth and wisdom. Lovely poetry my friend.
truly, Pat

[#SecretWriter]

I really enjoyed this and also I have a little obsession with the woods and all that the woods can embody,

this was unusually haunting, and with a brilliant balance of dark and light
well done

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Elisa my dear, how are you? Been away for a while and come back to find you still as beautifully melodic as ever. Amazing to me how you breathe through all the pain and exhale a poetic symphony such as this. Please be well, my dear...X

[Ed Fagan]

You've only become more expressive with time. I was rewarded for coming on-line today. Thank you.

[Lenah Mehzabin]

This piece of work made me just speechless! ..it expresses every thing i go through and every thing he goes through and my favorite are >

'' Be not afraid when I won’t return
For together we already are…
You know, I have more than one
Strong melody in my head,
I hear whole symphonies, like unseen worlds
Countries large, and mountains high;
Each one is another road,''

And> Love is like the wind, my man,
We are like the stream of essence
It comes and goes, when it feels the need
>And the birds not sing at night, but I…
Just hummed some silent whispers

A great work.. You have a very gifted and proficient hand in writing Elisa :)

[Shred]

What can I say that hasn't been said already. Impressive piece ms Elisa, I look forward to reading your other stuff. Keep scribbling!

[Sugar Plum ♥]

I can say just: I`m so impressed from this Baroque piece! As always with your works, it brings me to another world, but too real to be here...There are so many essential elements in this poem, and mostly it affect on sub-conscious level on readers mind, it`s connected with so special hidden force and I feel condition it was written, in longing spirit and lonely soul. It`s truly beautiful, dear Eli!
My favorite lines:

Let me breathe through all the pain,
That never seems to end,
I feel you, and within
The light the moon weeps

Love is like the wind, my man,
We are like the stream of essence
It comes and goes, when it feels the need;
It’s as elusive as spring cannot touch winter,
And the birds not sing at night, but I…
Just hummed some silent whispers

:: n.nour ::