Awake the Shakespeare In Me
Since boyhood I did dream
of landscapes with visions so idyllic,
and sitting under a huge pine tree
that the Campanian breeze undulated gently,
they excited me by stirring thoughts so intrinsic...
brighter than gems and stars, and 'till evening came:
the Divine and the Human blended into a harmony
which enhanced the celestial images slowly
and magnificently revealing themselves to me!
Awake the Shakespeare in me,
his intellectual ability
is lava flowing incandescently...
invading slopes with its intense heat and fiery flame
that nobody preventing it from sliding can tame;
it withholds nothing from me and writing
incessantly, I notice all, not letting
images flee memory!
I sought loneliness to contemplate creation
with its awesome sunrises and sunsets:
who could envision Heaven without faith?
I did imagine it by putting in motion a belief which any heart
would accept and be stunned by the moon's colorlessness
as those Cirrus clouds tried to hinder her hazy brilliance,
and it did shine to make me fearless...
and let me explore incredible nights of fascination!
Awake the Shakespeare in me
by gathering an audience before my stage
illuminated by the constant light of the constellations:
will my lines delight faces or cause rage?
Shout and interrupt me, if I fail to entertain you with improvised amazement;
applaud me, if I achieve what I came to do so passionately!
If the captain of a stranded ship challenges fierce oceans,
then I might as well incite profound emotions and lure you into wonderment!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2018
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