The
Reverie (A
prelude) By
John B Baur |
Arthritis
you say? Wracked
with pain and cannot sleep! Thoughts
so deep They
will not rest ~ or wait til morn It
might be best To
give them vent, before the dawn A
song unsung ~ must not be had A
poem unsaid And
never read, is just as sad For
when we share We
half the pain, and twice the joy It
was a prize I had to have And
so like Jacob at the well, I wrestled Through
the night My
soul released ~ it did take flight Transcendental,
beyond time And
then rebirth and back to Earth Along
the shore You
know the place With
mountains high and Pine trees tall An
apparition all aglow Or
was it simply, moon lit powdered snow? Entranced
in a spell, I seem to recall A
heavenly dream, yet To
be sure, all did appear so real and so near Still
I see the setting sun The
mountains tall The
swaying trees ~ midst gentle breeze That
flees The
breath of night
Pale
sky blue ~ with heavenly hue of
gold Silver,
pink, and white Issue
forth in bright array And
ushers in, the close of day A
vivid sight of
on-coming night This
setting gold crown of glory! Then,
night its call upon the land, while Moonbeams
fall upon the sand And Dancing
stars so gay and sprite Sprinkling
stardust Share
their light Yes,
so real and so near So
vivid and bright, it all did appear And
I still recall ~ moonlight covering all The
shimmering gleam Of
the rippling stream And
silver-splashed lake all aglow The
still rising moon, which soon A
breathtaking Story would reveal
*SpRm To
all those who feel The
enchantment of dreams As
in the moonbeams, they sleep So
solemn and still |
*SpRm:
The Spirit of Romanticism – June ‘03 release a
haunting voluptuous tale Naught
but clouds for a veil, down she did sail |
The
next morning, after the sun has been up but a short while, the first rays
of light fall upon Richards face ~ and he awakes to feel the pulse of his
heart and warm blood flowing through his temples and every limb.
The air is cool and crisp but warming quickly. The snow is gone and it is no longer wintry but rather like the
month of May.
Richard
feels as if he has slept for days or possibly even months or years ~
everything seems so long ago. He does not even recall his dream ~
until he glances down at his feet, and there lying is a beautiful young
maiden. Her hair is long and golden, her breasts are as white with a
tan golden hue and as the choicest of fruit just before reaching maturity.
Her thighs, limbs and indeed her entire being seem to possess a radiant,
spiritual and yet still earthly beauty.
Still
sleeping, her face is as serene and contented as that of a child who
somehow knows that at that moment all the angles of heaven are watching
over her. Her lips are still wet with the morning dew
and Richard is irresistibly drawn to them. Then, like sleeping
beauty, she awakes at the touch of his lips and lingers for just a moment,
as if sampling the nectar of an intoxicating fruit. She gasps with
both surprise and delight.
Celeste
(half sister of Stella): “Oh! How you have startled me –
why, how did I get here? Who are you? Who might you be?”
Richard
(formally PiP): “Why I am Richard, at the moment you must know
more than I.” Celeste:
“Yes, now I remember, that handsome young man that fell asleep on our
shore during the night. We never have visitors, and when I was
passing by this morning I noticed you sleeping so restfully. The sun
had just broken over the mountain and you looked so strong and handsome.
I thought I might lie at your feet for a moment. I must have fallen
asleep.”
Richard:
“I was wandering through here last night at sunset. The sun was
setting behind the mountains. Clouds billowed around forming a
golden crown lined with silver and pink. The outer fringes of gold
slowly gave way to orange and fiery red. It was a breathtaking sight
embellished in a heavenly light blue which itself gave way to rich, ever-
darkening colors. The water on the lake reflected the glimmering
rays of light, and the trees swayed with the gentle breeze as if fleeing
the breath of night.”
Celeste:
“You are not only strong and handsome, but your words are most
enchanting. Tell me, it was quite cold last night, how did you sleep?”
Richard: “The sunset must have made quite an impression on me, for I
dreamt that the beauties of nature in all their splendor, transformed
themselves into a spirit, ‘The Spirit of Romanticism.’ She
spoke of ~ love, beauty, and wisdom. She was the most gracious lady
I have ever seen. She promised that, ‘With the morn, she would
be reborn, in human form, with flesh and blood and a heart of love.’
It is almost as if you were her.”
Celeste:
“But how can this be? For I am so young?”
Richard:
“It must be, what you are to become.”
Celeste:
“Oh please, please tell me more.” |
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2003, John B Baur, Author. Non-Profit
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