When the pale candle flame flickers
Ever so slightly
And the shadows of water shift
To form sapphire landscapes,
Let’s meet in the dark caverns
Of perfumed grapevines.
Tell me then,
About the muse of the unfinished painting
That clings onto your collarbone.
On our way back,
We’ll follow the garnet trails
That you left to lead us back
Did you know, then,
That we’d be lost?
Leave the windows open
And I’ll show you
Through emerald leaves
The dance of the pixies.
If you stay the night
And the morning too,
Then we shall make poetry
Out of amber sunshine.
The skyline becomes a
Shifting mirage.
Black onyx eyes stare dazzled
Over the veil, through
Purple palanquin windows
With amethyst drapes.
As we wander down to the rippling
Foam on the lazy pearl coastline,
Take my hand and feel the surf on your feet
When clandestine pain shall
Leave you, I will love you again,
Even as she watches us.
When it all ends,
When you walk away.
Trails of my rubies, dripping one at a time
Shall faithful
Follow you
Into the agate night,
To the diamond stars…
6 comments:
That's just stellar. Wow.
:)
Why, thank you...
A beautifully worded piece..... Very well written
its pretty gud..
Wonderful piece! Its inundated with a warm Dostoyevskian air and brings back pleasant memories...read your blog after quite sometime..great improvement in the language and visuals though i think the flow can be worked on a bit more!...cheers!
Thanks!
The flow, yes, I know... All these poems are so intensely personal that the flow is evident to a select few. I will try and work on it for sure!
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