Opera

There comes next the steady roar of the great falls within
Seldom seen, seldom engaged these days
That underground river, from the aquifer of creativity
A force from which I came and to where I go

Until that day there is a shadow of such
Here in this life, most wondrous of opiates
That bathes the soul and takes it to the heights of Orion's country
Through the fire of earths core
In the sun's flares and the ocean's green and blue depths

You are loved, constellation of this constitution frail
To you many visit and are captured in the rushes all in all
By your fire, heroes live and die in the heat
Then carried with the vapors we rise again with them
With wings that do not wear out
Even though in the bonds of Terran clay

Who can vanquish you who play the human soul
With your caressing torrent of sound, song, colors, lights, blood and emotion
Leviathan Beast, Opera is the wrong name for thee
For you are not the stilted thing supposed
By those sleepy authorities who propagate your Via del' Amor

Resounding with the force of life in the deepest heart of man
Your name can only be uttered in dreams and cannot be recalled in waking
A Lunar whisper that pulls from behind the Northern Lights
To call us back to the creation of all things, raw and untamed
Till the supernovas and nebulae cast the soul back at speed of light to ourselves once again

note:
This Opera thing, must surely be some foretaste of a glory
Yet to be revealed and beyond the realm of the known cosmos
When I first heard Luciano Pavarotti, I thought heaven had
opened and I was hearing a man with the voice of an angel.