Her voice sang to the night,
soft
like a Barcarole.
We seemed to be swayed by the winds,
and this rhythm suggested a gondola stroll
by waters of full moon!
And
the moon?
The moon above her shoulders,
unskinned all the copacetic notes
of her voice,
which connected to the breeze of the mountains,
inebriating all of our desire…
and like so,
as flowers do,
our smiles reflected the rhapsodize
so clear in its colors,
bubbling in rays of joy,
in an unique opening night of spring!
And there,
lovers were launched to the skies and stars,
and above all,
to each other,
unveiling the horizons of their skin!
An involving magical of longing and sensuality;
and there in that white cottage
by
the edge of the river,
they made their hedge;
keeping safe in their château,
by night and day,
all their love and poetry.
Wherefore,
when the
night encompassed the fields,
the highland,
the sea,
the forest,
and their cabin at the river’s edge,
they let themselves be beamed,
surrending to one another!
And by the sweet sound from the piano,
to the wine taste in their lips,
they would spring there
all their harmony of forgotten lovers.