He Waits His Moonbeam to Fist Full Of Fire
He waits for fire to take his night
He dances with fire through his night
He Waits His Moonbeam (Italian sonnet)
There sitting in the fields of memory
One wonders at the marvel his eyes see
Beside the edge of all this by and by
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So gently gazing off to distant tides
A carefree hush does kiss this tranquil scene
There at the streams of dreams as yet unseen
He waits his moment time has brushed to sides
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What is the season blooming in his heart
Which sets him drifting very far away
He waits for something mid his passing day
He waits for something once again to start
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Then in the darkness of his endless night
He spread his wings of passion and desire
And sets the moonbeam of his dreams on fire
And dawn will find there�s nothing left in sight
A lover waiting his desire in the magic of the night is explored though this Italian sonnet. This sonnet uses a subtle tool to drive home the ending. "He waits..." The sonnet starts with these words. The second quatrain ends with these words. These words are echoed in the third quatrain. When sonnet ends there is nothing left in sight, the mood is amplified by removing these words.
This poem was inspired by one night long ago. One of San Francisco's hidden secrets is Mountain Lake. It is a very nice and scenic stroll during the day. But in late summer through autumn the lake becomes a magical light show of the stars and the moon. Arlene and I enjoyed moonlight picnics, Mountain Lake was just one of the scenes for these moonlight picnics. One night there was this well dressed guy sitting on a nearby bench. Though he was staring in our direction, he wasn't look at us. Nor was he enjoying the show the lake was putting on. He was lost in an enchantment somewhere else. Arlene noticed the flowers by his side. This deserved a toast of champagne and a kiss. When we again looked at the bench, he was gone. In the shadows there walked a couple. When Arlene and I were finished we passed the bench. There was a single rose.
A gift of one rose turned a special moment to even more. Who knows why he did it. It was not charity. It was adding something extra to a couple's evening. I have done things like this myself: Given freely to strangers, without the expectation of any return. (These were not charities or people asking for anything.) This practice of giving to strangers is quite trendy at certain Starbucks. That smile (seen or unseen) on a a stranger's face, that we created, feels good. This act of giving does not have to involve money. It could be opening a door, offering a seat, a helping hand, pointing out something requiring attention, a random act of kindness and things like that. It could be as simple as a smile or, "Nice day." It feels good. And guess what. It's contagious. Oh yes, there are "party poopers" who spoil things. But waves of goodness will wash them away. Imagine that day, when people help each other as a natural order. It all starts here. It starts with me (and you too). Me becomes we and bigger and bigger. And it feels good. As we join to make a better world there is only one thing left for us to do: Enjoy.
A gift of one rose turned a special moment to even more. Who knows why he did it. It was not charity. It was adding something extra to a couple's evening. I have done things like this myself: Given freely to strangers, without the expectation of any return. (These were not charities or people asking for anything.) This practice of giving to strangers is quite trendy at certain Starbucks. That smile (seen or unseen) on a a stranger's face, that we created, feels good. This act of giving does not have to involve money. It could be opening a door, offering a seat, a helping hand, pointing out something requiring attention, a random act of kindness and things like that. It could be as simple as a smile or, "Nice day." It feels good. And guess what. It's contagious. Oh yes, there are "party poopers" who spoil things. But waves of goodness will wash them away. Imagine that day, when people help each other as a natural order. It all starts here. It starts with me (and you too). Me becomes we and bigger and bigger. And it feels good. As we join to make a better world there is only one thing left for us to do: Enjoy.
What do you think Sade: Sade "Kiss of Life"
On fire yet
Luis Wachong is a Manager/Performer, He lives in Tamarindo, Costa Rica. Luis is a graduate of Wesleyan University, Middletown, Connecticut. He is a specialist in: Thai staff, double Thai staff, multi-staff contact (5 staff), dragon staff, fire palms, double staff fishtails with fire palms and fire headcrest, double staff tech.Curiuosity aroused?
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