Come Drift In This to Just Some Motion
A lover entices his desire to paradise
A dancer entices magic with his motions
Come Drift In This (poem)
Come drift in this which time has put aside
And place my dream come true within my care
To sail with fancies floating mid the air
And find the shores where hearts of lovers hide
A path of hopes and kisses awaits there
Where pure imagination is untied
And wishes wrapped in stardust is our guide
Come drift in this the wonder which we share
No waves of winds which wander though the day
Nor mist which masks the truth from lovers’ sight
Should steal away what ever has in view
So dance with me through heavens on display
And see what worlds our whisper will ignite
Come take my hand and let me drift with you
A lover's song of realms beyond fills this English sonnet. This sonnet has two forms of the same invitation. The quatrains speak of a place. In the triplets, after a brief journey through nonthreatening conflicts come the invitation to be off. This sonnet describes a place that is nonspecific. It exists in ideas only.
You live in California. You don't have a lot of money. Your wife wants to go to Italy. You really want to make her happy. (There were a lot of of other challenges at the time.) I was in this situation. I don't know why Italy or why now. But it was in there and Arlene couldn't break free. I shared the situation with a friend. He suggested we go to Venice Beach. He didn't tell me why. He just thought it was an inexpensive getaway and we may like it. I shared the idea with Arlene and we were off. We stayed at the Venice Suites, on the boardwalk. We ran into a couple, who were also checking in, who knew Arlene and I from Tingles (one of our favorite dance clubs). We spent the rest of that day taking in the beautiful beach and boardwalk. Our friends heard about some dance clubs and invited us to take a chance. The four of us had a great time and even met two other couples who were staying at our inn. On the following day the eight of us met for breakfast. Our joviality attracted the attention of another couple who suggested we all take in the Venice Canals. So the ten of us were off. The canal bout held twelve. Another couple, from our inn, filled the empty spots, thus we became six couples. That night the twelve of went out dancing. The next day we took the bus to the Santa Monica Boardwalk. Our party spirit took over the whole bus. That evening, instead of going clubbing we, the busload,held our own dance at the inn. On the following day it was time for most of us to return home. I still remember Arlene's words when we were alone, "That was remarkable."
Life is a wonder. A couple take over a hotel. Not just Arlene and me, but any or all of us couples, What brought us together, there and then? Was it a fantasy? I believe these experiences are all around us. I believe these experiences happen to each if us. Have we ever been somewhere or seen something and knew that it was just for us? Have we ever knew what a person was going to say before they say it? I am not suggesting for or against the paranormal. There is a perfection, though (or close to it). A balance of all that is meant to be. From the the tiniest experience to "who knows". Things just fall into place, Sometimes we are one of those "things" Even more: Because of the Laws Of Attraction there maybe more going on. Does that breakfast taste particularly good? Life is a wonder, so Enjoy.
Back to the sonnet and a dream: Clelia Felix "Dancing With The Sun"
Dance is an integral part of the live and recorded performing arts and cultural industries. It is often collaborative and provides creative and work opportunities for artists working in a range of other art forms including music, design, film, sculpture and theater. Meet Sven Otten. Sven is the master of syncdance.
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