Post by celticvixen on Jan 19, 2013 14:35:43 GMT
Vienna, Italy:
A city caught in a Goddess's passion
That passion, a mediator of Fate.
A presence able to heighten the disposition of men
Supplies enough zing to stimulate a God’s dynamism
Powers the offering of a kiss
Toys with the taste buds, a blend
Of truffles and liquor.
Bursts into a fusion of magic
That triggers intimate desires,
Flies through the air, as the essence in words,
Zooms through the fissure that frustration made
Left the person feeling
Breathless
I lean on the balcony.
A ruby mask dangles from my fingertips
A harp strums.
Listen to the melodies synchronizing.
Breathe in the aromas:
Of orchids, honeysuckle, pine needles and jasmine
The Goddess of the night is calling to me.
Why is she calling to me?
"Is she hoodwinking the men?
What?
What do you mean, she doesn’t know?"
Come. Now.
The music seems to whisper, a force of its own.
The notes, flutter back and forth,
Waiting patiently for me by the woods
A compulsion draws me nearer.
I follow the path to a clearing.
A chrysalis sways on a silken strand
Of a torn spider web sparkling with the dew.
I peer inside the leafy dwelling
At the shape, as it stirs.
Its wings, fragile and dainty
Blow magic into my hair
As it yawns and stretches
Two emeralds wink with mirth
It waves an airy gesture at the doors
“Discover the truth.”
I gather my courage.
As I step through the leafy archway,
I find myself back in Vienna again
Feeling a sense of inner peace.
'Cause Freedom supplies my spirit wings
For deep inside every man,
Dwells the courage
To be someone's King
written by CelticVixen
A city caught in a Goddess's passion
That passion, a mediator of Fate.
A presence able to heighten the disposition of men
Supplies enough zing to stimulate a God’s dynamism
Powers the offering of a kiss
Toys with the taste buds, a blend
Of truffles and liquor.
Bursts into a fusion of magic
That triggers intimate desires,
Flies through the air, as the essence in words,
Zooms through the fissure that frustration made
Left the person feeling
Breathless
I lean on the balcony.
A ruby mask dangles from my fingertips
A harp strums.
Listen to the melodies synchronizing.
Breathe in the aromas:
Of orchids, honeysuckle, pine needles and jasmine
The Goddess of the night is calling to me.
Why is she calling to me?
"Is she hoodwinking the men?
What?
What do you mean, she doesn’t know?"
Come. Now.
The music seems to whisper, a force of its own.
The notes, flutter back and forth,
Waiting patiently for me by the woods
A compulsion draws me nearer.
I follow the path to a clearing.
A chrysalis sways on a silken strand
Of a torn spider web sparkling with the dew.
I peer inside the leafy dwelling
At the shape, as it stirs.
Its wings, fragile and dainty
Blow magic into my hair
As it yawns and stretches
Two emeralds wink with mirth
It waves an airy gesture at the doors
“Discover the truth.”
I gather my courage.
As I step through the leafy archway,
I find myself back in Vienna again
Feeling a sense of inner peace.
'Cause Freedom supplies my spirit wings
For deep inside every man,
Dwells the courage
To be someone's King
written by CelticVixen
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