Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Soliloquy on Love."....NB: THIS "SOLLIE" should be read OUT LOUD whilst wearing PIRATE COSTUMES, the orator making SWEEPING-theatrical gestures, preferably, reasonably intoxicated. Vivaldi (?) background music maybe?
(dedicato: mi amorato Bela "C".)
"Soliloquy on Love."
..... there were summers before u were born, a kiss too, sweetness failing a poets pen, no ink or gauche brushed paint canvas to devour the magic in moment=aspic, thru crystal eye nor glint, flash, sunlight dazzle to waltz man's mind: a sway, pedestrian, or darkness feared into light, nightmare awakening, then glad relief, a smile, a summer faced, not knowing how or kindle, man to babe returned in Loves temple's ceiling, dome or walls ordained in faith, iconic, chanted TO, worshipped, a mindless-debutue to be later struck down, smeared, tread to ruin, powder, dust, relic, relic, memory, memory. Love's HATE, beyond compass soars, a world no more! No mortal dies before he, she has met these goals as SUMMERS own Memory, summers-before a great Lady, my love, alas, a Summer gone. Her heart entwined with mine, she now laid to rest. Whilst Knights, Kings, gracious Queens too! Lovers, starved! No Merlin-wizard can decipher mortality's rhyme, nor satisfy, nor fix: "Allor's, mes amis!" there were summers before WE began. A kiss, maybe many, but certainly more than one or two!
c.davedelacroix/davidmichaeloxley/corozal-belize, jan 2025.
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