All I have to post is a little love poem inspired by some special music by a special musician who's beloved at Jamendo, Livio Amato, for my special, and secret, love:
Lyric of Love
-Sensitivity, Musa, Riela-
gently breaking on the waves
of our own oceans
seafoam of stars
falling over edges
pulling back in the underswell
of our desires
birds sweetly singing, ocean breezes, salt spray, morning light of gloss and glittering facets of cut gems
we cannot underestimate
the power of love
the ocean is driven by
inner forces as we are by love
wave patterns, oscillations of polished gems falling as notes of love from our Orphean songs
even as we approach the great mystery it recedes, ever pulling back and falling forwards, white foam melting into sand at our feet
-Dream opening-
then the grotto, magic, rock sanctuary, vision, a lover's cove
the dream of us opens
conch, periwinkle, nautilus, volva, cone, harp, trumpet shells, the music of the ocean at its shores
we are anchored in the swells, water
dance of love
or racing seaward, sails blooming
in the fast wind
-Suspended Animation-
sailing we are birds, osprey
sweeping over the waves
up to the clouds, joy, windsong
of strong wing
the wind who kisses the ocean,
or blows gales, passion
we dance on the beach framed by a disappearing red sun, burnished gong, palm tree fronds black with shadow as the dark washes over us carrying a full moon sailing through the night sky
-Yet, a moment-
we are the sky, the sun, moon and stars, the clouds drifting by, wind, the flying birds, dancing schools of bright fish, the diamond-covered expanse of
glittering
-Infinity-
one day we will wash away, drops in the ocean, no longer even a memory,
yet knowing
love loves
through us
-
Inspired by Livio Amato's album, Sensitivity: http://www.jamendo.com/en/album/62537 (section titles are his song titles -I note the sections as I wrote while listening)
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Sunday, April 04, 2010
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