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Lustre

to the sunrise deprived

and the sunset depleted

rest your eyes, listen to me

make sure you are seated

..

your anemic soul wears aura pale

thirsting for answers of light

circadian constrained, faltering, frail

pupils dimming, desperate for sight

..

so let me describe

in this most wistful scribe

blissed, burnished memories held

of sun’s exquisite horizon meld

..

my beloved misanthrope

these heavens are a pastiche of your dreams

through my exuberant eyes you will gasp

at such

phantasmagoric

scenes

Syrup

come gather

all ye disciples of despondency

fine purveyors of hurt

..

come hither

and gather by my light

as it burns and inhales

your pristine pathos

..

i’ll collect your brittle bark, shedding

your crumbling edifice of self

so raw, so cherished

and with your sycamore soul thus exposed

sit beside you

seeking your sugared self

spile driven deep

a spigot set to seep

your syrup

oh so

sweet

Primordial

we cling to the underside of the earth

in shadows, eternally fixed

as the world turns

one final time

..

the stifled prophets were right

and I grasp your fingers

to enter the longest night

..

the moon has been cast off

tumbled to a galaxy unknown

Tsukuyomi at last free to dance

unshackled from his lunar throne

..

the glass sea a stagnant pool

settling with miasmic cool

ripples that once were

shall frothy detritus incur

..

we cling to the underside of the world

pupils permanently dilate

ice crystals kissing

our

pallid, primal

state

Cacophony undone

to examine the acoustics of silence

consider the space between heartbeats

devoid of decibels

my fingertips a stethoscope

your steady vibration, my cue

perhaps now hold your breath

your sanguine streams may calm

i’ll seek a shudder, then pause

savouring stillness, for love

be our cause

those moments mute between whispers

will deafen as crisp delight

as eyelids fall in deft quietude

under tranquil glow of our first night

even the alley dogs

ever alert under window ajar

will be lulled by

a stagnant blue moonlit sky

for between the hushed evening breeze

exist the piercing silences

of you

of I

Inspired, with gratitude, by the phrase “acoustics of silence”as penned by Christine at

Poet’s Love Song

Funambulist

don’ t read between my lines

instead

walk them like a tightrope

balancing

core tight, against soul

with suede slipper slide

and toe beyond heel before toe

inching toward my true

 

you are not dizzy

though the air thins

and a spotlight weaves to disorient

causing precarious sway

 

now look up

my eyes shall meet yours in silent trust

and come here

without hesitation

you must

As the Sun Falls

Shall we stay on the path

wide and safe

no brambles scraping ankles

nor angly stones

with tripping intention?

 

No

take my hand

a twisted way of thorny bush

and bruise

and at times

you may think me lost

despite my confident step

 

But this is the way

to the cliff face

to the ledge where few come

where we may watch waves

shoulder to shoulder

arm in arm

be dazzled by turquoise shards of ocean bounced light

as the sun falls

we shall (blissfully) too