MARIO WILLIAM VITALE

MARIO

WILLIAM VITALE

The Painter

I saw the artist paint with brush,

The setting sun, the lengthening shade

The near and further distant hills,

The valley where the lily shows its blade

And hides the nest of the noble thrush

He painted the valleys with their streams,

The giant oak and the stately pine

The quaking aspen leaves afloat

The evening breeze of summertime

And he left me standing lost in dreams

He mixed his colors in varied hue

As clouds suspended from the sky

From swaying limbs where the robin sings

And the eagle’s nest in mountains high

Beneath a sky of azure blue

It's here the artist stops and stands

Spellbound, he cannot overcome the spell

The sun, now set, has changed the scene

With different colors in the dell

He cannot match the master's hand

Enigma

Light of illumination

filled the tiny vortex of my mind

A world colored river earth cloud and storm

Forestry crosswinds and fire

Ah natural madness beautiful madness

A sweet perfect chaotic choir

So I can drown snug in a sublime mire

And stand under waterfall of senses and bathe

Only to replenish the infinite orb of me

The glow of life this heavenly orb

Kept within everyone's old locket of sight

Then express I into free and walk into flight

With burdens plus pain hung from swift wings

Exploring portraying recording

The when and the being

Holding inside

Emotional spin time keep in heart beats

Thought sweeps and breath leaps

Yes, forever in glide

Another man holding time

Using soul as a guide and breathing in deep

This life my soul reaps

A Valiant Knight

Death springs a new day basking in the breeze

 In solemn moments lets pause to think of a place

 A far off castle in the mountains away from it all

 A valiant knight lived in the structure of its dwelling

 Those days of old where mere men had a noble demise

 A beautiful maiden was in waiting for her knight

 He would often fight for the cause of strength and dignity

 The draw bridge where the castle stood had a very unique aura

 A mystery of sort sought up in the vast array of crowned nobility

For the king on his thrown was humble yet greedy

 Always would take care of himself caring nothing for the needy

 A valiant knight was concerned about the king’s trust

 Often, they would disagree on who it was to serve

 A joker came in front of the king one day with a magic wand

 Waving the wand in the air then there floated ivy everywhere

 For the court jester was a fool in the making of his legacy

 The maiden would often come forth and see

For she treasured a red rose that was plucked sometime before

 Cherished the calling of her stature to the glory of the throne

 A valiant knight would often sing sweet songs in the night

 Had a following of village people that would sit before his feet

 Having a way of words that he would often share

 The castle was filled with dragons and warlocks searching for love

 A cause to be brave amidst uncertainty of the kingdom

 The legacy of golden bowls filled ardent vestibules

 Let us toast to the valiant knight who keeps a watch on all that is good

MARIO WILLIAM VITALE