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.