Friday, June 15, 2012

Lived in dreams

If I open my eyes will I see you muse for who you really are


Silver dust covered in a blade of darkness

Soothed in the back of a covered hand

A turn of lips kiss the colours of the coming dawn

Flash an imaginary sunset of souls on the cusp of a breeze of angels

 

Ill dream you in the fragrance of the frangipani

If you dream me awake from these shadows

Touching my cheek with your bosom blushed in peach

I shiver and open my eyes to the end of the coming of worlds

 

Confusion gifted in a blanket of leaves tinted in the seasons 

Startle my confession falling from the mouths of my innocence

On your crimson breath will you will carry all my tears

Stain your heart the colour of mine tainted in the ages

 

Merely a memory gazed in the cloud of your eyes

Drift away on the sentimentalities carried with me

Ashen need be the flames that flicker in the last light

And so beats the last gift of my life 

 

To you

In a dream

In a different light

All remains forgiven

Blessed eternal

A dim desire

A voice so softly

Whispered 

So bitter sweet

Into the ears of the dead

Lived in pantomime

Spun on a carousel

Turn and walk away

Dont you worry

Tomorrow will be the same

6 comments:

Abin Chakraborty said...

I guess dream visions arent meant to be crystal clear.the poem captures the enigma and yet unmistakably imprints the sensations of ethereal beauty on us through the cluster of magical images.

Scarlet said...

Nice dreams ~ I specially like the second stanza of frangipani fragrance and peach blushes ~

Anonymous said...

Oh Aidz, love...everything about this is beautiful! Really made my heart leap!

"Ill dream you in the fragrance of the frangipani
If you dream me awake from these shadows
Touching my cheek with your bosom blushed in peach
I shiver and open my eyes to the end of the coming of worlds"

This is my favourite stanza...

Everything is superbly balanced, a dance in the rain where there is a sunbeam, a clash of colour that appeals to ideals, a chance to regain but know its all in a moment, beautiful! ♥

Brian Miller said...

Ill dream you in the fragrance of the frangipani

If you dream me awake from these shadows

Touching my cheek with your bosom blushed in peach

I shiver and open my eyes to the end of the coming of worlds


damn that is some fine writing...the whole thing but that stanza in particular...some fine texture and imagery

hedgewitch said...

This one spirals through so many images sights smells and emotions, then ends with a prayer, invocation, pavanne--hard to tell which or all--like it very much, all through, but especially the ending.

Claudia said...

great images adrian...esp. loved...Ill dream you in the fragrance of the frangipani...nice...