Inspired by and written for Fay who writes the most delightful ethereal verse.
Aztalan Journeying
In the land of Aztalan,
Akin to meeting a long-lost-lover,
Greeted by an embracing atmosphere,
Teasing ambience, wistfully playful,
Encouraging relaxation with ease,
Preparing to indulge in all desires.
Rolling waves crash upon the strand,
Foaming surf, so vibrant; alive,
Soft whispering sand, so gentle,
Caressing the skin so comfortingly,
Giving rise to eternal hope,
Knowing hope, is never wasted.
Strangers and friends mingle freely,
A blending of lost souls, astral dreamers,
In a dance of idealized imagery,
Beyond constraints and inhibitions,
Shimmering visions of Venus and Adonis,
Cavort in sultry abandonment.
Stripped of humanities hard shell,
Shaped by will, residual ideals,
Rippling shapes, curves in riot,
Writhing with blissful pleasure,
Escaping from realities shackles,
In the land of Aztalan.
What a nicely written poem and tribute to Fay. I was taken to a land of carefree breezes and music that soothed all lovers' souls. Imagery was special here.........Nadine
Surely a beautiful place to be is Astalan as you describe it Paul - - I am honoured by the tribute and delighted to read fine phrases such as the "dance of idealized imagery" and "stripped of humanity's hard shell" which which you emphasize the ethereal ambience of the state to which all dreamers escape.Bookmarked for sure.
Sweet, dreammy imagery. Master craft. Makes me want to visit Aztalan