Nocturne Shimmering

Image by Ina Hoekstra from Pixabay

Crystal diamonds in cello night by piano notes.

Kaleidoscopes of hidden sweetness dancing

On the blackened walls of turmoil.

Here I see you, brilliant ballerina.

Spell of poison kiss,

Your lips and myrrh weave tales

In this shadow trance procured

By shield from daylight wrath.

And here you dance in my arms,

Fruitful lover who by sinuous tongue

Parts the gates of bliss with longing.

Feel me here,

The breathing memory

Of ageless cognizance –

Trails of love mid-air swirling

Under pale moonlight and wordless lyrics.

Feel me here,

In nocturne reflections

By the fish-pond

Hunting after visions of soul:

Eternal home.

Eyes of the Black Sun – 02/04/2021

In the heart of darkness,

death blows me a kiss;

her shadow lips

leave molten clay on my being,

and the arms of autumn

at perennial work rejuvenate me

in the womb of Abyss.

In the heart of darkness,

death blows me a kiss;

from her citadel she sings

she sings the reverse canticle unseen,

and I run to salute her

with devotion bittersweet.

In the heart of darkness,

the sanguine breaths into lucidity;

its palpitations paint the end of all aeons,

their nescience and assiduity.

The torpid cave in

under the crushing might

of primeval pelagic fist,

and I watch undaunted

the satire stomp in fury

as it frolics with ardent lunacy

to the calling of non-being.

Encanto Agridulce

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay 

Los párpados embriagados

de elixir noctívago y sueño territorial

entretienen el vals del agridulce violonchelo

en el funeral de la noche que profesa

sus últimos momentos en susurros viperinos,

desvelando así con certeza los enigmas

que el corazón no confiesa con sobriedad.

Y en el terso mirar

de las sombras en el umbral,

místicas siluetas prometen regresar

y bailar y cantar celebrando la derrota

del orbe áureo celestial

en su carruaje mutable de amanecer

y luz de diurno manantial.

En el tierno parpadear,

el respiro se hace tenue en romance liminal.

Las mágicas siluetas prometen regresar,

y en su partida los labios musitan,

“Abrazadme una vez más”.

The Sounding Memory

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Seven tears doeth the maiden weep

down into the sea.

Harp in hand,

gentle strokes carry her will

through the waveless deep

and to the sky starlit.

Seven pleas doeth her heart seep,

fading into the scenery.

Seven years since her beloved

donned his skin and disappeared

to be with the fish.

A Deadly Symphony

Image by Prawny from Pixabay

Neither there nor here –

dwelling in the inbetween where nothing is real,

yet it all lives and has its being.

Deem it a dream –

a heartbeat of torment perpetual.

It is madness viewed through the eyes of the eternal –

a foreign iconoclast so closely distant.

Dancing in the breeze like some aethereal sylph,

the heavens sing and the heart screams;

for the watcher has forgot to be human.

Solemn Pleasure

Feather feet tickle the blackened reflection of forgotten regions.

The fathomless mirror weeps with tears of oblivion

as the mystic voice of some divine creature denudes with tender touch

the skin seared in the truce of sweet perdition.

Silken vocals wrought from the salt of reasonless reason

declare war against the bearer of gentle breeze and warmth of spring

that if the bosom dare be tranquil still,

thorns of nightshade and opium dreams will unearth the graves of youth-besotted shards

beclothed by the deranged pure minds of the sheltering lamps

in a world of dark delight.