LOVELIGHT

My soul unfolds
like the petals of a rose,
but is out of scale
to its surroundings.

What I feel
in the sudden season,
within the limits
between pure shadow
and slow space,
is the irrevocable movement
of time and fate.

Whatever joy emerges
from the heart
of sorrow
is mine
in the high hours
of a day
never intended
for uncertain sunlight
or absent smiles.

I am the voice
behind the words
that whisper
nostalgias
of ordinary mornings
and golden afternoons.

As a mindful messenger,
I search for memories
and metaphors
that breathe
the poetic emotion
of free verse
on this page
and the next.

Speaking with shadows,
I ask for nothing
at the end
of the day,
outside of lovelight
and one more night
with a heart tied to mine.

© JOHN PISCATELLA

WE DANCE

Serenely
in the stillness of motion,
my step reaches out
for the anticipated downbeat
hidden among the riches
of preserved sensations
and the free rein
of secret reflections.

The clarity of what
cannot be explained
holds me,
as does the interwoven language
of a secret rhythm
stealthily stirring,
born in the recesses
of my soul.

A look,
an inspired glance,
the simmering simplicity
of a chance connection
between bodies,
like the color of voices
in a musical motif.

So we go there,
where the night insists
that footsteps never waver.

Where we are alive
because music is alive
and more and more perfect.

Where we are enormous together
in pure movement
and silent delight.

We dance.

© JOHN PISCATELLA