Old Bar

In the blue green dream of Neptune's oblivion

Hides away the depth of feeling unexpressed

It is one more path this cellular life takes

In its oft seemingly somnambulant like wanderings and explorations

Reflective inquisitive sensual and devout

To that line of beauty from your throat to your shoulder point

And down your seamless side

To where wonder makes her dance

In silence

This night

And every morning

Forever

Who is to know, that future chance,

 

And looking back

Perhaps it was the shimmer of the moon sitting full in a purple dusk sky that cast the pearly gleam upon her skin as she lay naked in the Old Bar dunes contemplating the journey that brought her here

 

And as opus 23 plays, it brings an end to this part

Copyright 2016 John Williams