Member Since: 11/10/2007
Band Website: kalyanky.com
Band Members: just me, free and happy
Sounds Like: This is a poem I wrote about love and the good things about relationships... mmm romance!
ENJOY
Nigella Damascena
There is an aging picnic in the mountain scene;
chrysanthemums surrounding the young souls,
who sleep on carnations, making daisy chains.
White silk is streaming across the long grass-
as they feast upon the chicken within their sphere.
Three Mediterranean dishes sit undisturbed
among the honeysuckle and primrose bush.
There’s no Amaryllis growing in this field-
it’s a thriving meadow of mainly lilies.
And within this field, there hides a china pink
growing hazily in the hidden periwinkle patch.
They are two vivacious hibiscus statues,
escaping like hot air in the mountain scene-
with their impermeable bamboo and checked mat.
They gather around the waterlily pond,
wearing their flax hats and daisy necklaces.
Two drops of chrysoberyl falls from them,
that makes the water trickle lightly…kindly…
They dip their bare feets between the
giant leaves and shiver frivolously…cackling…
He strums his guitar, bearing blue-eyes-
and the pleasant hymn begins within the mist.
It’s a secret breakaway into a salvaging scene;
a reality conjured by sweetly written dreams.
The food is guarded by a horde of fireflies;
as their eyes shimmer like gold and rain,
against the lilies of this mountain valley.
Take one:
there are fruits scattered on the ground,
Take two:
plates of meat are drying on the sunflower tray,
Take three:
chocolate almonds fill three glazed bowls,
Take four:
and desert is served on a china plate
Mozart’s melody plays lightly in their ears;
its a fine mood to light a picnic in the dark,
and so awakens the silence in their minds.
Secrets are revealed amid the heliotrope;
soft hands cleanse the harshness of life.
They sink within the mystical mist-
that swipes the sorrow from their lives
The insects rest as if they’ve found peace,
near these two young souls on this Sunday’s eve.
There’s no poets love in the scene tonight;
instead rests a small nest of jade butterflies.
Tradition is mocked in this mountain scene-
where worlds are mixed in this pearly haven.
And here’s where he hands her a tulip red…
and sticks a marigold in her hair
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