Die Zauberflote Love In Two Act Play Poem by Lovita Morang

Die Zauberflote: Love in two acts

The day I saw the empty room,
I gushed inside like the unhindered golden rays tearing through venetian blind,
I opened my eyes,
I saw my magic flute waft in sound of the wind's cry;
I blindfolded myself not to see anything,
Just you in my love's form;
composing notes for
Die Zauberflöte: Love in two acts
play in open air opera;
and to be chained by this tyranny of desirable chiaroscuro shines on curls from mascara.

These riotous presence of your hopeful moments
Like the final walk in the grande finale;
Let it be malicious;
Let it be pretentious.
For it is the empty room's sole harmony.
Come my love....Come my beauty, O Poet Bulleh Shah

Give it to me whatever remnants left in you;
Let your pain gush out of your inner freedom
Free yourself to be free;
Gift it to me the slain souls of walhalla wanders in your heart's hilt.

In grandiose manner you revolt,
may be fraudulent of fumbling fingers, in new art installations jolt.

Let me in this tyrannical arrogance, possess your remnants of fineries that winds in woes;
Let me reign in razzmatazz of your tempest throes.

Ennoble me, my chevalier sailor, in your free spirits;
Let's depart mycompatriot companion in this magic ship's greets.

-Lovita J R Morang