Friday, August 21, 2009
A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birds
Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds
Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.
She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
Possessed by the skies
She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.
And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
photo via: The Edge of Love
Thursday, August 20, 2009
The stars foretold your coming and so I waited
Looking for auspicious signs of your arrival
But are the Fates playing with me?
Silly, mortal woman to believe in love and fairy tales
And happily ever after
The secret ingredient tossed in on a whim
A chance meeting, the missed train, a look
The simple bits and pieces of alchemy that is the magic
They have grown tired of their folly
And cast only the occasional glance my way
As I search in vain for what is lost and never known.