Nov 21, 2010

three for Candice

abandoned forever

with this unmarked serenity

here the sea as translucent tiny river where dry river becomes sea

with lean stones without marks of aqua passage

only a graphic stream of sorrowful light

lean light that brings panoramic essence

to this mercurial space

and then joins down below the sea of meadows

transformed to virgin mauve light

and lets the wind to murmur with myriad air sermons

a new craving a new litany

a song of sage

until it suffers a new direction

across and then back to the myrtle hill

a darkened path of royal red with sun escaping

with his roaming eye

and i a worshiper upon its gaze

to see unwoven thirsty wine nights

the darkness and the light

formatted in an ocean of void like a virgin pearl

imitating the life of a soul and its disquieted moments

of early dawn fresh from the saga of dream

leaps from the esoteric world to the visual repetition of life

and if the sun ever died this purity of darkness would engulf the body as cover of the beginning of eternity

i wear this birth this sentiment of fear in the lost cities

among the ruins of my lost temples of thought

a limbo of unaligned emotions one meaningless without the other the golden light ( without the sun)

the unique delight of martyrdom

that survived the visited desire

so let the shadows come fast

and the forbidden flesh as new breath



her like formed pearl

in an ocean of darkness

let us finish the time

diaphanous touch like bleeding light

transparent as velvet underground music

but without touch all is vain

seascapes and sea-gates her eyes to enter

breaths and curtains

and rainbow carnations

of tender martyrdoms

chocolate martinis

and Baileys as balsam

in the Intermezzo cafe

in the mixed voices and the mixed veins

and dimmed colors we lived the oracles



in your bedouvin eyes

brightness falls

and i retreat to my shades of abstruction

and like a deer frosen by the earlier beam ob light

i wait for your next move your next bloom

in the dessert of my life

as a rage of the one that loves you

passions and whispers into the ever dream

you are a dark petal winter rose

in my dark rooms listening to your wind