now we find this time on the cusp of day <br />most enchanting, and pause as dusk rings <br />the earth in fire, watching the spectral play <br />of clouds. gray linen cumulus threaten <br /> <br />an angry outburst, but settle for a sullen <br />squall. caught in the hysterics of a cirrus <br />clash in stratus, the blue spirit is fleeing <br />to higher realms of dying day. (miraculous <br /> <br />seven color rainbows tumble into and over <br />the cumulus cloud below, crowning their tops <br />with a music of moods from violet laughter <br />to gamma rage.) finally, attention does focus <br /> <br />on the prelude to purple night. the flame, <br />whose quick descent signals opening curtain <br />on an infinite stage of stars, is exiting. <br />tomorrow an encore, but never the same! <br /> <br />if music is the medium of these spheres <br />then tchaikovsky* conducts dawning dusk <br />with pastoral moods to cool burning ears. <br />hot thunder bursts from surreal clouds <br /> <br />in beethoven's# deafening second movement, <br />sending the eye scanning the receding cusp <br />of twilight. in mastery of somber moods <br />mozart's+ abstract strings chase the ancient <br /> <br />flame across this third and final bar, <br />his dusk an opera divided into three acts <br />of earth, air and fire. the evening star, <br />rising ghostlike, silently on the horizon, <br /> <br />signals the closing. then the kingdom <br />of night, advancing in legion, for a short <br />season rules sleepy earth. time ticks <br />on and, like the sun, we play our part <br /> <br />until last breath. our short scene <br />done, we close the curtain and dream, <br />on the edge of night viewing the fire <br />the first time, in its terrible splendor. <br /> <br /> <br />* P.I. Tchaikovsky (1840 - 1893) <br /># L. van Beethoven (1770 - 1827) <br />+ W.A. Mozart (1756 - 1791) <br /> <br />68/ september 29,2012: Michaelmas<br /><br />doug bentley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mystic-journey-fire-2/
