Cicada’s nights

I. The moonshine cast its thousands rays

Over the guitarist by the rocky shore,

Melody resounds but his heart quietly prays;

Silent prayer – this and nothing more.

Wistful tunes or tunes of greatest glee

Oft cease to exist - immersed in Cicada’s song

In this fairy kingdom by the sea,

Where only magic does well belong.

She came by with flitting pace

Rested, while spirits were still untouched;

Watching land mingle with Space,

And the guitarist hands still clutched.

Rays gleaming through her raven hair,

He turned to her seablue eyes fair,

And away she goes; away so soon?

He stood still, under the fairest moon.

II. The pale moon is slowly descending

Cicada’s songs still hum the night

The poet’s hand pursue its ascending

While reflection was setting the land alight.

Again she came with a fluttering soul

By the rocky shore where the guitarist sat;

Approaching with silentious stroll

Smiling - as if they have never met.

She was, he was, of heavenly creation -
As all Nature’s artworks of life are –

More remarkably in her elation

As though no misfortune could mar.

When smiling, they avowed the last rhyme -

Even this divine sanctuary from time

Cannot stop the dogged Sun’s reign,

They lonely left, but left each with his chain.

III.The stars were claiming the skies up high,

The past days pictures were still the same:

She was still stepping by,

And he was still setting the guitar aflame.

Other wordily whispers spoke their hearts,

Needing not preposterous earthly yells –

Spirit stays and substance parts

While seraphs ring their bells.

She gently signed – ‘tis time to part!

He quickly stood and snatched her hand,

Slowly kissed and slowly let her depart –

Abruptly stopping, she invited to leave the strand:

Walking together till the withering dawn;

Finally separated on his apartment’s lawn

‘Twas the first time she spoke: “Goodbye”

And he knew what spoke her loving eye.

IV.The last crescent left the celestial vault,

It was dark – dark on the rocky shore;

And light, which their hearts will constantly exalt,

Bringing joy – this and nothing more.

Gone was the ensnaring Cicada’s song

Lonely stood the harboured bay!

Empty pictures Nature desires not to long:

Thus calling feelings to meet yet another day.

In this fairy kingdom under the moon,

Blind laws convoked the quite lovers again

To enjoy each other hearts tune

Bringing to this pictured kingdom their reign.

Thus in the known sultry clime and late hour,

Lured by Natures almighty power

Once again gently, wordlessly they met

As if all previously remembrance ‘twas reset.

V.Reflection made the surrounding sea glowing,

Pebbles with pearly lustre were adorned,

As the moon blessed them with its subtle growing;

Men-made time was once again meekly scorned:

They wordlessly stood still, quietly still

On the coast of celestial dreams;

Musing tenderness unknown charming thrill

On the coast of everlasting dreams.

With but kindness and beauty that night

And the hushed guitarist hand,

Cosmos convened to put their hearts aright:

Embraced - embraced on the rocky land.

And the supreme star pointed to the morn –

And the withering dawn ‘twas finally born:

Separating for the light of day the sublime,

Until they meet again in sensual clime.

VI. Where the solemn sea entwined the sky

Moonlit beams showed the path to heavens;

Each night joyful they were coming by

To walk the path – the path of heavens.

Cicada’s songs were the only earthly sounds,

While together they contemplated their souls;

Eyes making the most profound bounds

Answering Nature’s rightful calls:

A bursting fire rising kindly, rising slowly –

Pallor of the moon to volcanic glow turning –

Made their essence taken wholly,

Ah yes, ‘twas a kindred burning:

No phrases to utter, or to compose a common song,

Eyes spoke but words froze upon the tongue.

But with all love and delights possessing,

They needed not any spoken addressing.

VII.The comets falling were clear in the skies,

The moon was gone, soundly asleep,
The cold season was on its rightful rise
Cicada song hushed and hid in the deep.

Separation shrouded the luminous rays

Over the beloved by the rocky shore,
Melody resounds but love quietly prays
Silent prayer – this and nothing more.

She departed with flitting pace,

Elated, while spirits were still untouched,
Feeling love reaching outer Space,
While the guitarist’s hands trembled, unclutched.

And away they go; away so soon

Do they lonely stand under the fair moon?
Empty pictures Nature desires not to long,
'Twas but fairy magic all along.