Part II – They were 7 Sisters

“Never met a god without a named star
Watching Time going by with nothing to say”
The earth creates roots on the assonant body
Cellophane extended down unto a fingertips sleigh

Watered downhill, sloping upon a moisture of soggy
Textures, alienated fulfillment concealed during daytimes
Ether redecorates those pupils as the smoggy puddle reclines
Perfect dreams are weaved, by the bitter-sweetness of goodbye

And multicolored confetti, sugar clouds, crystal soap bubbles
And time is but a fading dream, transparent of tiny transparencies
And selenite spoons bending, enmeshed lusters of intact porcelains
And the eerie reverie at first blossomed from fallen myrtle petals

Forever waiting for the Pleiades as time flees by
Freewheeling highly from their cold stalking predator
On the vagrant domicile of the pronounced libel’s narrator
The vanished sister revisits me as an eidolon from the sky

Winter arriving, 6’s glister paled in colored array
As a kiss for a dream, a sad river for a broken promise,
Crooned a shady stripped down secret, now washed away
Varnished sideways, recreating somewhere its outmost gleam.

N. Ego
by joel nachio