There must be another part to this dream that I can't let go of
But somehow it keeps getting interrupted.....
"Even with this vague helping hand,
In a split second the cocoon's threads are torn apart and turn to ash"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Poems that lurk in the darkness of my mind will find their peace on this digital paper.....
~Aizome~
Flourishing iridescent flames
summoning mythology through literature
and music
rock'n'rolling midnights
under the starry, dimmed lights
//riffs can only resonate, flutes and hisses slither
in the background//
claws, eyes of glass, furs of crimson shading, beaks, horns and sharp teeth
wise beasts of the millenarian tales
evergreen emerging from the drapes of the thick cold air
thus, the siren's tunes echo sharply beyond the moon
invocation of fortune and cursing
basilisk and unicorn, phoenix crying as reviving
from the crumbling ashes
~rise~
drums beat loud as vividly pumping hearts
scales shimmer, flames wither, claws grasping, voices crashing
the wind through the forest whispers
the flute, guitar and vocal blast
'Heraldic creatures, thy power, surpassing the sun,
unclouded by storms, by grey veils and thunder
lighting paves thy paths
to the world'
Round and round, turning and praying
the siren, the basilisk, unicorn and phoenix
holy philosophical creatures, living forever, unbounded by the air, the fire, the light, water or darkness
so sweet, so secretive...
Summoning of fortune and misfortune
of life and death
of beauty and grace
of love and despair
of health and disease
of chanting and aspiration
Sacrifice is the offering,
suffering overfloating the reasoning...
...Rebirth...
the heart pulls back together
water, fire and ice
nothing in elegance
with music as vice
[going around thrice]
i swore to leave adoration on the doorstep...
but it somehow found its way through the window...
dang flares..
shadows, one by one
fall lightly
as a fragile drape
natural as clouds afloat
on a damp dawning at sea
when sky and waters melt into each other
like paint...
[vivid rain]
wind-up dance steps on a symmetrical beat
swoops the willows off their feet
while swaying in circular moves
now they are free
i cannot contain my joy
observing the scene
painting this in a dream, with another dream
must i cease?
the dancers stop
and resume the routine
'straight from the top'
...
the looking glass seems blurry [?]
"let your mind re-paint that"
Like a light mist onto my skin,
as subtle, frail and glowing as moonlit dove feathers
a veil floats behind me, embracing my neck
twice, thrice, numerous times
caressing as a breeze
your voice, melodious and low
enchanting, tantalizing...
natural as the sky
[blue]
/i long to dance
once more
to sense the night ceremony
in orientalist instrumentation/
tonalities drop under a cloud
the moon plays hide and seek;
in the atemporal setting
we found each other
though the looking glass,
the vividly framed mirror,
somewhere, in a dream
Engulfing, translucent lights
tripping through the glass
refractory color vibrates in the sound
[of music]
dust sparks float through the rays
like mayflies enthralled
by the vivid curtain...
no wind, just light...and music
in the corner withstands, unharmed
the gramophone, in it's vintage glory
so tall standing on an ivory stall
supposedly to be moved
but forgotten in place...
subtle, perfect in the midday sun
an old song fills the room
the voices melt in the lukewarm air
light cracks interrupt the harmony
[never falling off key]
as a natural response
for the surreally fluidly performing orchestra
and i sit there, dreaming...
[projected in the mirror, i find them
soaring
as light as a grain of dust,
in a perfect synchrony,
dancing their way
down onto my lashes...]
~the concerto swooned into a lullaby~
