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LE DERNIER MENUET
THE VIOLIN OVER ARABIA
Published in the USA-isbn:1-58235-564-9-Autumn2000
I saw him standing over the moon erasing
a penned arabian nightmare that never
was
In the most etheral music
of the soul,East and West did meet
as the sunset that peeped beyond the horizon
in his silk chemise,
and the emerald mountains met the stars at the center
of my heart
the longing was dying on the mayan rose petals
torn from the
wronged tale of romeo and juliet of Arabia
that was never but the fanfare
of a shallow poet
Arabia weaves its tales in the sand, beautiful and fragile
the mirage is breathing free, gentle and joyous..
I
felt Amadeus so close as he listened to my sorrow
The moon had closed her
eyes as she watched
the sun die ahead of the desert summers, sacrileged and
in tears.
Play Amadeus, silence my anguish of that horrid lie
Let thy
menuet break into a million of tiny bells flowers
white as the snow, over
the trails of the bedouins
play the menuet of reincarnation as pure as our
intent
to be reborn in the heart, incognito and non grata...but true......
I
saw him playing the violin over the sand silencing
a penned Arabian nightmare
that did never exist..in the heart.
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