These azure thoughts ascend
to partner with the skies
and in these heavens highs
my daydreams know no end
with your dreams they will wend
to live behind your eyes
where they by and by
into our wakings blend.
what once were dreams are real
enlivened in company
imagined lovers’ reels
in paired society
such fragrant dreams breath true
the scent of me and you
poor passions are borne
in the sleep of sobriety
and desires be denied
by a vain quest for piety
let Bacchus awake
when your eyes close in reverie
and under his spell
may you dream with impunity.
I have no time
for rhyme
today
the fires
inspired
have burned away
and to their ashen cinders grey
the muse’s fingers no more stray.
twilight descends
quick and steel cold
as a slipped blade
upon my throat,
and with its coming
warm blood is shed
as is the passing day.
does my shadow dream as I
while dark slips over day?
and do those nightly phantoms
above mine own hold sway
for surely wraiths spawned not by sun
are blacker for their birth
and without the light’s nativity
hold not my true dream’s worth
no wonderland lies behind this glass
the silvered truth reveals time passed
and each moment gone is ne’er regained
as evidenced through this mirror’s frame
preserve for me your memories
in tattered monochrome
those crumbs of life
sat in forgotten biscuit tins
in old cupboards sporting
painted over keyholes
this delicate flame
which strokes each thought of your touch
into infernos
my dreams are nought but tethered ghosts
a chained ephemeral haunted host
to enact my passions deep
within the cold confines of sleep
but for mine own sanity’s sake
I must their bounds strike ‘fore I wake
no guilt nor guile with skill composed
these meagre rhymes or broken prose
for clarity should I impart
these words of mine are but my heart
