Ballerina

By Edward Cassani

This book also includes other poetic
stories from the author.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 30, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483694283

Edward Cassani

About me! I love plants and flowers. I skied on many mountains and played tennis while heads turned. Now I write captivating books. That is it for book #7

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Copyright © 2013 by Edward Cassani.

ISBN:       Softcover       978-1-4836-9427-6

                 Ebook             978-1-4836-9428-3

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Rev. date: 09/25/2013

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CONTENTS

Prologue

Ballerina

Moonlight

The Antique Shop

The Circus

The Old West

The Palace Theater

The Samurai

Captivation

Girl On A Swing

Intrigue

Eternal

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PROLOGUE

Out of customary belief,

A thought begins as it is permitted.

This thought brings on an indulgence of fantasy

And this fantasy continues leading to pleasure.

This pleasure is not to be proven untrue or unrealistic,

It is rather considered a casual fling,

Or justly speaking, it is a masked rendezvous.

This new world found becomes mentally magical,

And it becomes freely to toy with,

And taken farther,

This meditation gained and designed

Is most definitely procured as fine art of the mind.

Now as it is said,

The show goes on.

Dream on.

As you will read and discover in these pages,

A dream becomes more than a dream,

To one it becomes real.

BALLERINA

From a street walkway where crowded brick buildings nestled beside each other,

Above, on a second flight flat, an oil lamp glows hungrily on its meal.

Music filtered out to the street from cracked windowpanes,

Piano music that seemed from another life he created.

The Poet played the same melody every night.

He played to send his constrained mind to rest.

When he at last stopped playing the piano,

His shadow danced on the ceiling.

He danced with oil lamp light ever so graceful,

Dancing with his thoughts of his imaginary past

That lies on pages discarded about on the floor.

The silent words entreat to bring back fading visions of bewilderment.

Again the distant vibrations of a piano began a ballet to begin.

He instantly discovered her spirit of warmth, and it shone with her

Earnestness to dance on her toes in an expected flight.

She grew as fast as the pages turned,

Dancing majestically, pirouetting in the realm inside his mind.

Inconspicuously as remote music,

He watched her dance fervently with charm and grace,

As she embraced applause, and bowed accepting