Italian Dreams

Lapping tides of rhythm around you,

Twirled ribbons of passion embrace.

Bite your lip to savour the moment,

Then close your eyes and freeze.

Swell of genius,

Pounding heart of bass.

Synchronicity of minds,

Envelops hundreds of souls.

Dancing up towards the ceiling,

Tumbling down to the strings.

Perfect pauses hold your breath,

Whispered words as his piano sings.

I can’t dance,

But I can dream.

Dream of pas de deux,

Limbs caressed and flowing like reeds in a stream.

Notes follow actions,

Growing like sweeping trees on stage.

Cello bow strokes the vibrations,

Simplicity cries your lament.

Mist rises around your thoughts,

Like a ballerina thrust into the air.

Spotlights highlight your fragility,

And tulips cascade for those who care.

Waves crash at their seats as they trust you,

Italian dreams carry them away.

Chasing up towers and running through labyrinths,

As pumping anticipation descends into darkness.

Here we go people....

Here goes nothing - I've taken advice from several in the know and they said 'You don't have a blog for your poetry?!' Thus I took the subtle hint...
My aim is to post at least 1 poem every couple of weeks to keep the old creative juices flowing. I'm looking for comments, critisims and mockery to help shape my work with an additional eye to getting used to my poems being seen by other people.