Dans L'Heure Bleue Deux
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(Must be read, while listening to the music link embedded in this poem, for without the music, the magic is missing).
W. E. Soundtrack- Abel Korzeniowski
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxO1csWNKmg
"dans l'heure bleue deux"
He sits at his desk
like some frozen soulless
vintage Christie’s Automaton
It’s a Grey day, he’s a
world away as he straightens
his tie, cuffs his links
moves his pens in straight line
an assassin’s bullets for brief meetings
ruthless pointless annihilation
he’s so intent on order no
interruptions to his mission
of emaciating satisfaction
in his heart an aching denial
he lacks participation
Love's vacant,
‘tis his lonely vindication
She stands at her window
like some sad Renoir painting
the slow steady rain castes
grey ripples on her luminous face waning
sadness ever wrenching life tainting
her stagnant soul’s deep oceans Love’s longing
she’s frowning consternation as
tears tipple down her cheeks
she is thinking, rose petals falling
she’s a dying bush, thorns her heart’s thicket
violins a symphony stirring she moves
away to her piano, sits and with
each long slender finger she plays
her heart’s notes, the missing keys,
her life is out of harmony
passion in the music there is her story
in her heart an aching denial
she lacks participation
Love's bleeding away
it’s sharp perfume
Dark Red Roses
He thinks Last Dance
She thinks Last Romance
Worlds away dancing
in time, metronome perfect
Waltzing in the whirling windmills of their minds
Love's escaping in the Late Evenings of their lives
He straightens his pens
in his mind the music seeps in
his well-ordered mission interrupted
he is drowning in this, his Elysian Fields moment
dancing with a phantom in his imagination
She plays her keys ravenously, potent, she is
in the moment, she is drowning in all her swelling oceans
music echoes, the wind carries out through open windows
on air's currents her stirring piano’s symphony
the birdsong wings of her searing melody's invocation
In their minds
two complete strangers together dance in time
they're together participating in their reverie waltz
in their minds two Phantoms dance
in perfect time their
dans l'heure bleue
je t’aime
in their vacant room soliloquay
metronome beats perfect time
their chemistry of falling tears
their dans l'heure bleue
je t’aime
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2018
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