Infinity’s Kiss (Headnote of Delight Suite)

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Listen to Infinity’s Kiss by Richard Charles Stevens (Headnote of Delight Suite)

Listen to Do That To Me by Lisa Marie Experience

And so her sweet voice echoed through the mellowed dead of night
Northern winds they bellowed
Cross the threshold of her mind
Hers had been dépêche mode as she vowed to never let go of past lives
Even when her steps slowed
She made headnote of delight
Even when her steps slowed
She made headnote of delight
.
Out of flesh
She bled the skies
Tethered land to ebbing tides
Spreading wide the swelling pride of princess on her wedding night
Eyes so wide to step inside
To idolise the ebbing tide
Revitalise the dead of night
In time to climb progressive skies
Fireflies all about her shedding light unto her leisured stride
Bled from trees
Dead leaves she blessed divine
To see them reach with ease majestic height
Out of flesh
She bled the skies
.
Beating heart
The scenic art of aeons passed
The leading part of passion play
In name of the old fashioned way
With sweeping arc
Ashen grey
Her tears debarked sustaining grace untold
Every time she made way to her bathing place of old
Where each deep dream repeatedly foretold
Each deep dream repeatedly foretold
Every time she made way to her bathing place of old
Where each deep dream repeatedly foretold
.
And so her wings were blackest in the captive dead of night
No coup de grâce exacted
For adaptive was her flight
Even when the stars were dying
She would not see harm arising
Every heartbeat harmonising
Every leap in calm abiding
Even when her steps slowed
Midst the northern winds mid-bellow
She skipped artful cross the threshold
To make headnote of delight
She skipped artful cross the threshold
To make headnote of delight
.
Give a little more (repeat)
.
In the whisper of a kiss
I learned the secret of her lips
The kind designed not to sink ships
But see them sail
Through rain
Through sleet
Through hail
Regaled with tales of the abyss
Whereby the only thing amiss
Was our curtail
.
In the whisper of a kiss
I learned the secret of her lips
The kind designed not to sink ships
But see them sail
Through rain
Through sleet
Through hail
Regaled with tales of the abyss
Whereby the only thing amiss
Was our curtail
.
In the whisper of a kiss
I learned the secret of her lips
The kind designed not to sink ships
But see them sail
Through rain
Through sleet
Through hail
Regaled with tales of the abyss
Whereby the only thing amiss
Was our curtail
.
Pale blue were my lips
Long before they were blushed
And only in dream
Did my cheeks become flushed
Weaned off the teat
Long defeated in love
I retreated my heart
For its beat was unrushed
Punctured and sputtering
Nothing free to gush
Had been some time since it had last been touched
.
Felt heedless to trust an emotion
That most of us deem as a drop in the ocean
Had seemed more productive concocting a potion
Though nothing was quite as it seemed
For She had been chosen
To slow heel to toe
At the wuthering heights of my dreams
Proceed to lead dance
Each beat of my heart felt esteemed to see dart through the breeze that she calmed as she armed my belief in a part of me charmed now to bleed
.
In the whisper of a kiss
I learned the secret of her lips
The kind designed not to sink ships
But see them sail
Through rain
Through sleet
Through hail
Regaled with tales of the abyss
Whereby the only thing amiss
Was our curtail
.
In the whisper of a kiss
I learned the secret of her lips
The kind designed not to sink ships
But see them sail
Through rain
Through sleet
Through hail
Regaled with tales of the abyss
Whereby the only thing amiss
Was our curtail
.
There was light
Unlike any I had seen
There was darkness
Yet remarkably I felt halfway serene
As I ventured down the pathway
Keen to part ways with the grieving
That had seen my weary heart ache break and bleed
.
Even when the stars were dying
She would not see harm arising
Every heartbeat harmonising
Every leap in calm abiding
Even when her steps slowed
Midst the northern winds mid-bellow
She skipped artful cross the threshold
To make headnote of delight
.
In the fast lane
There was She
And I could barely cease to hydroplane
For She seemed markedly content
Made no attempt to mask the pain
Wept unto the dry terrain
To cultivate the seeds of faith
Beneath each wave of tidal rain released
Through gruelling winters masqueraded
Jaded not whence daylight faded
Passing seasons merely phases
Stepping stones to better places
Set in stone poetic tone and present no known airs and graces
.
In the whisper of a kiss
I learned the secret of her lips
The kind designed not to sink ships
But see them sail
Through rain
Through sleet
Through hail
Regaled with tales of the abyss
Whereby the only thing amiss
Was our curtail
.
Felt heedless to trust an emotion
That most of us deem as a drop in the ocean
Had seemed more productive concocting a potion
Though nothing was quite as it seemed
For She had been chosen
To slow heel to toe
At the wuthering heights of my dreams
Proceed to lead dance
Each beat of my heart felt esteemed to see dart through the breeze that she calmed as she armed my belief in a part of me charmed now to bleed
Proceed to lead dance
Each beat of my heart felt esteemed to see dart through the breeze that she calmed as she armed my belief in a part of me charmed now to bleed
.
In the whisper of a kiss
I learned the secret of eclipse
The kind designed not to dismiss
But interweave
It was then
My parted lips declared the air as clean to breathe
It was there
I felt prepared to share a dream
For ne’er had I foreseen a scene as fair as this
And a lifetime for one kiss
Seemed fair to me
A lifetime for one kiss
Seemed fair to me
.
Beating heart
The scenic art of aeons passed
The leading part of passion play
In name of the old fashioned way
With sweeping arc
Ashen grey
Her tears debarked sustaining grace untold
Every time she made way to her bathing place of old
Where each deep dream repeatedly foretold
Each deep dream repeatedly foretold
.
And so her wings were blackest in the captive dead of night
No coup de grâce exacted
For adaptive was her flight
Even when the stars were dying
She would not see harm arising
Every heartbeat harmonising
Every leap in calm abiding
Even when her steps slowed
Midst the northern winds mid-bellow
She skipped artful cross the threshold
To make headnote of delight
.
To make headnote of delight
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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2 Comments

  1. “Felt heedless to trust an emotion
    That most of us deem as a drop in the ocean
    Had seemed more productive concocting a potion
    Though nothing was quite as it seemed”

    I relate to this section especially well, it’s like you read a piece of my mind. Love the mention of Wuthering Heights and that fun “give a little more ” section!

    “There was light
    Unlike any I had seen
    There was darkness
    Yet remarkably I felt halfway serene”

    Another banger 💥

    1. I adore that you enjoyed the “give a little more” section as that was an afterthought as is so often the case when I edit. When listening back, I couldn’t resist jumping in there.

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