Red, Red Wine
A poetic duet by: Michaelette Romano and
Grace blows in upon the wind
dissipating all the mist of this humidity
and the body, gloriously glistening
takes heed as open pores receive
the wind in great relief
Fresh and wide the pores open;
As if air itself had a life-giving gas.
The canyons in the red landscape;
Weather down, as the sun beats upon the ochre
Ochre formations. Water breathes to life.
Golden gleams of sunlight streaming
bring to the soil a crimson glow
as we sit imbibing in this wine so red
and softly sweet, an equilibrium is reached
enthusiasm burning steadily within our souls
In turmoil many will be injured;
Even though they may now relax in the cool of the night.
Sombreros and scarves will not protect the soul.
As the phenomenal artistry of the land comes alive with the moon;
Blood red lines fire up the imagination of Masters.
Mindsets carried for too long have lost their power to control
Something cool yet fiery within the soul explodes
A shower of light, like fireworks alive within the night
inundates the dark and lonely shadows dwelling deep within
for mind resides right at the core of every living cell
So the iridescent hue of the crescent of heavenly domain;
Adjusts its intensity to fire only at the good shadow of the silhouette;
Arising from the hopeful loner conceived in the crimson canyon.
The sky is not blue;
And the only answer lies in blood.
Red to white to indigo, moving by degrees
So deep, the heat that seeps into this flesh
and level by level, each hue is revealed
by the silvery light of a moon not quite full
when suddenly the tides of air are turned again to cool
for the power of the moon controls these tides
The fluid flows along channels on the moon;
We can see it moving from our viewing point on Earth.
Dendritic in nature, it cuts itself along the boundaries of our hopeful gaze.
Pianos become muffled as the red, red wine flows;
One story after another unfolds on the canvas of the impartial mind.
Unnoticed still, the druid strums his lyre and hums along
basking in the sweet release that only red, red wine can bring
and there within his strings' vibrations, we flow into another dream
caught within these tides of life, these moods and attitudes
turning all our tales to music in the wind
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