Silver – stanza 25

It didn’t take long for Malinov to discover
The recital that was being planned, even
Less to discern the hand of Courlain behind
The scenes, capturing Silver in her unevolved
Form, mostly a young dancer with growing
Shades of a woman who has danced forever
Captivating her heart before she knows what
She’s about, lying in wait, preparing to pounce
The show was scheduled for Sunday, a huge
Event drawing ballet lovers from the city
And coast, inflated prices keeping the less
Fortunate at bay, black tie and gowns
So he bought a ticket, dressed himself fine
Ordered some flowers, made his plan
Prepared himself for his reunion with Silver
Separated this strange past year, returning
To memory within the thoughts and feeling
Of a young man still present, still dominant
But transformed into the consciousness of men
Who lived through centuries, various, varied
Artistry and skills, a modern mind
Connected by consciousness to each and
Every moment, Instinctively drawn
To his search for Silver, love he had known
And nurtured from one life to another
Though composed of a litany of women
Each a willful, beautiful individual
Silver was more than the sum of those lives
An ephemeral quality, an infinite pearl

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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