The Pavane

"The Pavane" Autumn leaves whistle nonchalantly along the left-behind paths of serendipity hesitantly touch fingers lightly for a while, tipping lost in the wastelands winter beckons love unconditionally magic listens and arrives in the laps go-lightly of racing hares tossed salad years and marshmallow dreams of servile tortoise pleasantville sown seams stitching singers sewing covers over pea-soup ethereal conquered territory unseen the unconquered all-knowing, unknowing misty consommé seas the spinning reals seasoning dreams like sails stitching the wind of evergreen the forests tightly held in the in-between dells, we dwell subservient free becomes the shield held over motto lux vitae foot to pedal watching you reading me dancing the slow Pavane fingers lightly touching faces veiled behind screens elaborate clothing autumn leaves winter arrives peacock moves aside it parts the sees, in parts lost in the wastelands winter beckons love unconditionally (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) lux vitae Autumn Forest Ambience [Music by Adrian von Ziegler - Autumn Forest, Relaxing Celtic Music] https://youtu.be/Ha0i6RUu_Hg Autumn. "The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground." "The first breath of autumn was in the air, a prodigal feeling, a feeling of wanting, taking, and keeping, before it is too late." Winter. "Nothing burns like the cold." "Winter is coming." The Pavane/ Pavan. A stately court processional dance where Elizabethan couples paraded around the hall lightly touching fingers. Pavane means peacock and the name of the dance derives from the sight of the trains of the women's gowns trailing across the floor like a peacock's tail. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pavane