~ Dreams in Baroque

~ Dreams in Baroque, with an Baroque mind, and heart.

~ Dreams in Baroque 

 

 

 

 Let me walk alone another night time,

    For here I feel home, in the woods

        Of these forlorn times

Within my deepest solitude

     I make love to words,

             To nature, to you…

I hear the notes, my inner music

    Aching hauntingly

In the back of my mind

            Finding a place to rest

 

 

             And when the day is coming,

        I’ll be out of sight,

 I shall not bother you,

             With my baroque mind

       Yet I know you’re with me,

           Strongly day and night

Like a firefly around me,

           To land softly

                   On my shoulder

 

 

Let me breathe through all the pain,

     That never seems to end,

       I feel you, and within

           The light the moon weeps

              As sharp as she shines now,

And as frozen as her tears

        There is calmness,

                 To my path

            Hope to my road,

Just  feel my love in distance, with no fear

       My presence without vain.

 Be not afraid when I won’t return

      For together we already are…

                 You know, I have more than one

         Strong melody in my head,

I hear whole symphonies, like unseen worlds

    Countries large, and mountains high;

Each one is another road,

 

 

            And from there,

There are new wings to spread,

   Flights of music to make, together

      With you, and with our dreams

                   I hear thoughts

        Of a whole orchestra

                And listen to the message

          I won’t bother you with this era

That lives in me, for in the end,

                      I can only hear it.

                

                Love is like the wind, my man,

   We are like the stream of essence

        It comes and goes, when it feels the need;

             It’s as elusive as spring cannot touch winter,

And the birds not sing at night, but I…

        Just hummed some silent whispers

             I felt they danced like little raindrops

      O’er hills to you, to make music 

          On your windowpane that day

     And when you turned around, and slowly woke,

                 You felt a presence

      You know I was with you, to love you

                 To make contact...

 

 

 

 

~ Elisa Laura

Author's Note

Thank you for being here.. -xx- :)

Reviews

[I. Wright]

My dear friend, although it is in the first person I interpreted this piece as a walk between the personal experiences of two people. The narrator dives into her personal realm, to feel, to imagine, to love, to walk away. But it is a seperate (not necessarily different but seperate) experience from her lover. And in that negative space created by the words, one can't help but think of that lover, what is he thinking? Is he okay with this outcome? To that subjective trap, there is reconciliation in both characters experienceing the same thing, i.e., the rain storm that she is witness to and the music it creates on his widowpane . . . or mutual love, itself. There is a weave in his poem of touch and distance that is absolute magic and requires great skill to achieve. Thank you for posting.

Thank you dear for such a wonderful intense review. I truly appreciate you, I was kinda busy the whole week, and this weekend. Not had much time to be here... I do love it what you got out of this, and I appreciate your reviews very much, you really read things. Thank you W.

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Though it is of the Romantic period, I found myself walking in Caspar David Friedrich's Moonlit night painting forlorn and pensive. You often send me there, though I've not visited the cafe in far too long. It is sad and beautiful...yet light lingers in the remote sense of togetherness or at least thought-soul-memory connection between the one missing and the missed. "I make love to words" oh yes...yes, you do, lovely one.

[Damien Thibodeaux]

Dreamily dark and beautifully poetic with a strong hint of melancholy. These words are like magic. Why have I been away so long? I'm glad I came back to visit your art. I could spend all day reading you.

[Zahra]

Let me breathe through all the pain,
That never seems to end,
I feel you, and within
The light the moon weeps
As sharp as she shines now,

wow this is extremely wonderful.magical pen

I'm very thankful, Zahra, for your kind words, many thanks!! :)

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

The music, the words, the visions of your poetic piece is just left me in awe of your work! Excellent writing!

Thank you dear!! always good to see you! xx

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

My pleasure!

[KAREN]

Such poetic beauty in this piece of art you have written!

Thank you so very much!!! :) made my day!

[KAREN]

You're very welcome!

[Pryde Foltz]

The light the moon weeps
As sharp as she shines now,
And as frozen as her tears

A truly amazing piece, Elisa:)

Thank you so much big Sis, with whole my heart. -xx-

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your style suits you, Elisa...it defines who you are as a poet, and what you've come to mean to me. At times, I find myself not knowing what to say to appropriately capture what it is you send reeling within me - every time I read you!

What a true sensation you are! x

Thank you very much my sweet friend. You truly made my day and I'm smiling here. -xx- 💋❤

[Coyote Poetry]

"Love is like the wind, my man,
We are like the stream of essence
It comes and goes, when it feels the need;"
I enjoyed the complete poem. The above lines stood out for me. I like the feel and the feel of mystery in the words. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Thank you so very much John, I feel blessed and honored with your words. :)

[Inda]

This is fantastic! I haven't read your stuff in a while and now I am glad i stopped by, the last line really hits you hard, says so much. Ultimately that is all we long for, to touch and feel another. Great piece Elisa!

Thank you Inda dear friend, it's always good to see you, I hope to find time soon to be more online here, and will come back for your work of course!! Thank you once again Inda.

[emmajoy]

Your poem reads like an answer to 'What is love?' You've covered emotions so deeply entrenched in body and spirit that maybe we each feel you know us all, deeply, intimately .. or perhaps, who knows, love has its root in your psyche..

This is more than baroque.. this is Everything past, present and future.. tis for man or woman, lovers all, together, apart.. gone by, here now and yet to be found. What you write is special.. love.

Thank you for such a beautiful review my friend... :)