A Love Lay

The sun streaks happy rays sky high,
Cliffing for the cloudcouple a wedding bower,
Where by the rainbow's vernal end,
They to the starry lighthouse gently turn,
Waltz majestic in the honeyed moon,
Swimming the candid, crystal floors.
The night falls in a catwalk subtle,
And heaven's doors close awhile,
Rains harp this lay in the celestial,
Sparkling blessings of the bridal shower,
As the newlyweds embroider their love-
Love so surreal, pure and serene.

Words on Fire

Words, words, words on my courtyard fall,
Cached and routined. I broom them all,
Softly and quickly into a pile they gather.
My bland pen lights them, sparks them rather,
Sets my blind pages very much on fire.
As the smokeflakes ascend, fly far higher,
I see, with incense their holy airs compete
And win many a wondrous blazes they meet.
I wave their fragrance over my bottled ink,
Spread my wordlings with a cautioned wink,
An offering laid thus before thee,
Oh beholder, descend thyself, come bless me!

Lovedrops

As on my tearbeads
You honey your love,
Into the best vintage
I humbly transform.
Goblet and taste me,
To catch the firy breath
Of my wee spirit:
Let it flow into you.


20 November 2012

The wait ;)

Ladder up my open arms, blissful moments! :)

Vignette

Happiness squirrels around the midnight blue:
The starry sky fathoms beneath,
Caressing the waves of Cynthia's tresses,
Bathing in the foam of love's splendour.
Oh! What ecstasy it feels,
To drink from the bower of hues,
Soar bright and blithe,
Similing the falcon of fantasies!
Turnstiles of primroses bloom,
Cuddling the love-lit night's feathers,
Guiding the wavering footsteps,
Metamorphosing them into a waltz gentle.
Alas! What melancholy it is, to suddenly be
Sore-browed by the twitching wakefulness,
And with a ginger-hot unease to realise
That this vignette erases to nothingness...

Smithereens of the Self

Slumbering dreams slid across
groves and brooks past,
smithereens of the self
stumbled over graves of words
that lay decaying, stinking.
Amidst the circling vultures,
they stole the onward way,
brooding thoughts following
the wandering wayfarer,
and his forlorn, empty shadow.