Tuesday, December 22, 2015


And I take my leave of day
Close my eyes and senses
Retire to vales of languor
Where only thought prospers
Or if it does not; it ought
This is a world new as birth
Amplified nuances of perception
Swans upon water still as dawn
Gliding white guides across oceans
Images reflected in infinity mirrors
Endless and ever decreasing
Clowns and spiders in shadowy corner
Dragons that blaze upon tempests
While wizards and elves come for aid
The world of nightmares may await
Or the joy of a first love undimmed
And time is lost to sleeps command
And where do we go in our small death
This world none recall or explore
Where its duration is but a heartbeat
Or as long as the age of the world
In the static of a dreamless night