Reminiscences I have not of what I was
But somewhere, for sure, I know æ were
Captive portion of the sole universal miasma
Expanded space of timeless space, tasteful liqueur
The needles’ skid-marks of Her cerulean dress are mine
Bundled and decanted graciously unto a sombre eventide
Mares of lunar lunas are enravished by surmised nebulas
Lonely pilgrimages for a dying escapade, opening wide
“Parading with cheerful ghosts, books sliding by the night’s sky
My window open, lighthouse kissed, tonight, a faerie will come
Beautiful spectacles, scenery imbued, somniferous eyelids delay still
Touching my hand delicately, flying away to a forgotten lullaby hum”
Non-luscious cravings, only one purposed desire
Anticipating a coin as an offering for the ferryman
The conclusive embrace of the bleak Asphodel Fields
Imbibe the flowing river with my empty watering can
Twilight insnared, inflame the orbits that have seen
Things occur, actions placed, excepting at their environs
Indecorum of eminent apathy, inner insanity incurring
Bleary dreams rocking, creation by the Iris captive crayons
“Mommy is gone, and as a little lost girl I still miss her dearly
Under gravel steps she sleeps, pounding still underneath my bed
Pencil’s coal enshrouding a skin notebook, which rainbow’s my own?
They are all simple distant remote lazuline dots, which one to wed?”
Moon-sketching, still she wondered: “how fast years go by”
…meanwhile years went by, fairly smoothed at the sun‘s glare
Unique nuncio, assuager of scorched plains and incandescent hills.
Absorbed in thought, adrift through light without a single prayer
The world’s whirling murmur, inscient to my absence
Begone! Good-winds shall address me a safe harbour
Cataleptic notions agitating the feverish embarkment
Aside signs of amber murals or the cotton fields’ parlour
“Pursuing comfort in Enochian voices, espying magical sighs
Frailty of the tiny speck’s lips, adorning tulips, pureness flourishes
Even between four walls, this fluttering world is immensely larger
As small children’s mental playgrounds, the unobstructed eyelashes”
Curtains ripped, splattered with encrusted pensive crimson ink
Incense fading, lady Nox’s entrancing chanson alas subsiding
Denuded dandelions undulating to the laments of the zephyr
13 steps of crimson drops within a quiescent moment abiding
Leave me be, ungodly parasites of instilled verbal speeches
Words sustain silence, as primal colours devoid of light
Imbruing itself on a refracting pendulum of sharp edge
Solace is lasting sleep conferred from everlasting midnight
”And sleep delays still, whilst faerie powder unfurls and
Evades the wall of four rooms, a cell for the incarcerated
Skinned am I, the Wings’ zest abandoned my soaring palms
Morning radiance inflowing, the coal at last reposes saturated”
Today, sleeping with apathy…
Rosa M. Gray
by joel nachio
