In the Morning Dew

31 Oct

On August 7, 2014 I had the opportunity to see Warren Haynes and the Jerry Garcia Symphonic Celebration in Charlottesville, Virginia. In the middle of his rendition of “In the Morning Dew”, Beloved spoke.

Arching above,

deepening blue eddies of night breeze

around rivulets of sound,

comes a call

into the morning dew

wrapped in green glass light

like the tiny flecks of murano gold

swirling inside a Tuscan morning.

 

Crescendo symphony,

a collective wave of stardust and melody

rolls around my hip to spine

like the velvet curving of a cat’s tail

around a dreaming child’s pale foot

open to the innocent air.

 

Inspiration,

a quickening

like ebbing water,

pulling,

pulling,

back and back

the strings of

bass and verse,

harmony high and clarion beam

building the soaring

surge that begs

for flight.

 

Arms lifting

along the body’s line,

stretching up the measured notes,

my soul leaps to glide

in weightless tone.

Before the laughing fall

into a vast green

swell of all,

a juxtaposed surprise appears

against familiar refrain.

 

In the morning dew,

I saw you,

there too.

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