Effervescent

On the pristine cloth of life,

The silver flute

Stood waiting

 

Its expectant keys

Yielding to the fingertip touch

And the warming blood

 

That pulses in the bubbles

Of the eye

And the mischief

Of the heart

 

As the irrepressible

Pressure

Moves the wire-framed

Cork

 

And eases the joy

Back into the world

Sailing with the Seraphim

Of hope

 

And dancing the Galaxy’s

Tarantella of whirling

Swirling

Birth

 

Now feeling the softest

Aeolian breath

Enliven

And cast…

 

That crispest

Freshest

Apple note

Onto the tongue of song

 

Sharing the joke of life

As Puck

He turns the page

 

To play the piper’s

Piquant tone

And laugh the music

Of fate’s slanting script

 

On, to the river

In his Jester’s shirt

And the Emperor’s new

Birthday suit

 

And laughing with the Lords

At the folly of the tower

 

And swimming with the salmon

In April’s foolish shower

 

And wiping the pearls

Of poignant tears

 

And chuckling with the teeth

Of knuckles bite

 

And tapping the shoulder

Of forgotten years

 

And seizing the dawn

From the grip of night

 

From the core of the kernel

Of Phoenix flight

Feeling it all

In this earthly delight

 

Touching the tapestry

Of this singular

Sarsaparilla

Fizzing

Life…..