~by Cindy and Tristan
With autumnís heartbeat we transcend our dreams
and taking corners of loveís seamless quilt,
we hold to memories and timeless themes,
as roseís passion seems to never wilt.
We raise our blanket in the billowed clouds
and softly lay our bed on fantasies.
Our poetry is shared far from the crowds
where lonely lives meet empty destinies.
The soft airs of Vivaldi set us free,
the trees that join above us give us shade
and so create a shadowed canopy
where stories of our hearts are gently laid.
Our love protects us from the painful tears Ė
remaining pieces of our puzzled lives Ė
and begs to free us from unbridled fears,
forgetting dreams where hopelessness survives.
My face into your lap has found its place
to gaze intently in your bluest eyes,
you lean and brush your cheek against my face
and now seems like forever in your sighs.
When cellos fade away like whispered breath
and hearts take notice of eternity,
our steps are lighted by the summerís death Ė
we seem to dance into infinity.
Once bursting green with the newness of the spring
now ripened fruit will offer sweeter wine.
We rest in sounds of violins that sing
with voices blended by poetís design.
As wine writes poems on the lips of love,
our ink writes passion on the poetís page.
We lay in silent dreams and gaze above
and deep in thought our hearts and souls engage.
We nestle in our altarís sacred place
and take our shelter from destructive rains.
Youíre warmed from chilling winds in my embrace,
and nightmareís memories have broken chains.
But cast down eyes dim your internal light
though now we huddle safely in the storm,
and through the sounds of silence in the night
the chilling scars of life have taken form.
You share yourself with soft beleaguered pleas
to tell me of your fears that I might go,
relating all the harsh realities
that if our love should break then none would know.
Fall Allegro II
You gently take my waist and draw me near,
then with a breath of autumnís scent inhale.
My senses heighten in your eyes so clear
and orchestrated rhythms share our tale.
My love expands with each beat of my heart
fulfilling my desire to know you more.
Yet dissonance of fate keeps us apart,
while you play songs my heartís not heard before.
With you I feel as if Iíve been set free
to leave reality and then transcend,
to be where souls unite in harmony Ė
a prelude to a concert with no end.
The echo of the requiem I hear
cannot dissuade the love that you impart,
to fill my soul and not respond to fear,
and not diminish passion in my heart.
So is our refuge in our circumstance?
Is distance just a curse we must defy?
So for this time of dreams is there a chance,
a risk to love before its time to die?
Can fantasies hold love as it would seem?
And can our souls know wholly passionís trance?
And can our senses share a magic dream?
And will you choose to grace me with this dance?