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:
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.
Nice dreams ~ I specially like the second stanza of frangipani fragrance and peach blushes ~
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! ♥
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
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.
great images adrian...esp. loved...Ill dream you in the fragrance of the frangipani...nice...
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