Sunday, March 22, 2009

Mistress of The Sapphire Moon


Mistress of the sapphire moon


the sound of the distant drums
speak in the silence of this evening


when the words sink in my soul
from the pages of this old diary


hailing those paranoid thoughts
stifling the unborn verses growing
in the womb of these poems


tunes from the forgotten times
argue in my mind
and recreates a theatre of songs and roses


the blue world bursts like an atom bomb
on the canvas of a black universe
and I find myself trapped in
an orgy of green demons and pills


ladylove,


does your smile still veil the secrets
and scents of unspoken truths?


do your eyes still hide the mysteries
of the sun and the stars?


I still offer my prayers at your doorstep
with poems inscribed on its skin
when dawn blossoms in the night sky
and robs the costume of slumber
off my shoulders


my dreams have long been lost
beneath the metaphors of your beauty


the prosodies have lost their way
in the hollow tunnels
enchanted by the echoes of your voice


the rainbows have long been frozen
by the winds of time


memories still float like icebergs
on the cold oceans
which devour my tears and pains


when December curls like a dark cobra
beneath the acid viscera of my body.