Dream-Sketches

Smooth, sad Summer nights gather upon these languishing hills
Blue radiance, soft as a charm, weeps through nostalgic dreams
Rescued by slumber, the candle of my soul awakens
A secret, vaulted cavern aflame with prophecy
Memories flood, like the flurrying whisper of snow
My guide stands tall beside me, my lonely scarface
Eyes clouded as woodland mysteries, and an angel's smile (used but once...)
He painted my destiny, and sketched your silent death on my heart
The only one I’d cry for, the sum of every traipsing tear
My blind, screaming origin
A rainbow at night, slices dazzling through vivid stone-black
Above a ramshackle home of family carnage
Where wild animals dwell beneath the floorboards
Bones erode, as age sweeps the air in a falling veil of dust
I run towards my captive trauma, through air thicker than honey
Yet I fear my lonely path, to soar through space and time
Upon a shooting star
My final picture, an image of death, not quite what I had expected
No crones cloaked in the skin of the grave-ridden dead
No raven wings beating to the rhythm of a black lament
A frozen shore, rockpools like glass, mirror disks of a cloud-white sky
Spanned by a small wooden bridge, leading nowhere
It stands like a broken promise upon the shore
Serving no purpose, but to stand alone
The ghost of a woman not yet dead haunts the glistening scene
A swollen ocean weeping for her memory
Now the past and present are as one
And I recall the wasted years, laughing beneath a truant sun
When Pegasus towered high as heaven, within the silken mantle of my dreams
Sitting on a park bench, as the eye of the moon glittered white
Till the evening dew darkens to ink beneath a burned-out Winter sky
I tried to look reprobate, pretended desperately to be drunk
My tender play-acting sparking disapproval in the depths of elderly eyes
So many useless, golden days
I tried too hard to grow up, and threw them all away
Yet the same moon glimmers on, firing new hearts
And scarface smiles upon me, one last time...