Tag: Poetic Asides
“Love is a friendship set to music.” ~E. Joseph Cossman
The violins strain, draining every last bit
of emotion that breathes within it.
Lifting, lilting, filling the Grand Hall with all
its virtuoso requires. It inspires
a crescendo of strings to bring
full passion into focus. A chorus
of woodwinds and reeds feeds its longing
belonging to the hearts who hold
the embers of true friendship aloft hoping
the open air will fan their smoldering sparks
into the flames of desire. The fires of love are
slow burning; self-sustaining. Non-consuming,
blooming into a conflagration, a symphony
composed in the promise of hearts; two single notes
that resonate to join in harmony – one accord. Stirring
in the fanfare of brass and appointed by tympani.
These flourishes become the soundtrack,
a friendship scored; composed in love!
stumbling over oppressive clouds
with loud crashes, smashes against
pavement and abode. It has turned cold.
Lightning flashes between crashes
interval intrusions, illusions
in the shadows cast. Playing hard
and fast with reality.
Children cower, as hour after hour
persists, insisting it rules the night.
Their fright steals their innocence.
Counting the seconds between
crash and flash, it is hunkered down.
The storm can do no harm
in the safety of arms that protect.
You reject the notion that bumps
in the night are frightening.
You know there is nothing in the dark
that isn’t there in the lightning.
© Walter J Wojtanik, 2019