The Seduction Poem by Mari Martin

Just as the silken threads of morning
weave their magical patterns
across the darkened walls
so too the dancing notes
join them in celebration
bringing life to an otherwise gray day.

They are life, these wondrous
breathing, dreaming, mystical movements
that awaken me to a new time
where I am part of the melody
that takes a breath
with each note, each nuance
cast upon my waking senses.

Within such moments
does my soul float upon tranquil water
gliding through rising canyons
ever changing pathways,
always knowing that which remains
will forever stay a part of what will be.

Drifting inside the current
my mind desires it's capture,
it's bondage to such beauty born of life,
transcending that which is written,
or, learned by instruction.
It is the purest of emotions
played with the most precious of instruments,
the heart.

A maestro to my waiting desire,
it plays across me like a lover
bringing me to an ecstasy
only experienced when surrender is completely.

Here in the waning remnants of night,
with lingering shadows cast upon the walls
does the music find me
a willing supplicant to it's need to embrace,
to satisfy my soul
in effervescent beauty.