What stagnant noise this dark unrest
that beats poor time within my breast
and drums such dirges in my thoughts
but misery and woe to court,
‘tid then the night sky I survey
and silent prayers I do relay…
“oh stars, far stars let me seize
your calm reflection for its ease,
which does reliant heavens place
a silent truth, eternal grace”
and quiet may I gain from there
which sets to rest the loud despair.
rain upon the dragons back
does not his ardour tame
such light caress arouses him
and stokes his carnal flame
these are days the dragon flies
upon his wings of fire
to soak himself within the clouds
and succour their desires
in pagan dreams I found you
yet you sanctified desires
that to old gods and to the new
will burn in sacrificial fires
and like a phoenix be reborn
beyond that which they were
and come purified as like the dawn
to lay my passion bare.
in these fallow fields grow dandelions
ten thousand heads wait on the wind
they’ll scatter far their thoughts and dreams
to lands they’ve not yet imagined.
give me leave your love to taste
as to the gods ambrosia
and in consuming each embrace
we will feed on our desires
this life’s measure
not in years writ’
but in the tears
we have submitted
to each love lost
and from the pains
that time allows
with no refrain
which our first sigh
to comprehend
turned to sorrows
on psyche penned.
this world is almost like the world that we once knew
but reflected in a shard of broken glass
the future may impart to us the promise of our souls
though only if we reckon with the darkness of the past
let the scarlet dreams evolve
beyond the bonds of your repose
to take hold of your consciousness
and their hues on it impose
for red is passion primary
and paints desires in true design
so fired senses must not sleep
but burn the brush of every line
in the hold of wakefulness
when every stroke enflames the skin
to blush in roses bloody tones
and therefore not be kept within.
through champagne eyes
we gazed a while
then drank of each other’s desire
a wine that was sweeter
never tasted my lips
nor warmed me with such intense fire.
the harvest come
and gone so long
a summer lost
forever
the grain is milled
for winter’s chill
we shall eat its bread
together.
the blighters rock 