I glimpsed once
An array of lights
They glittered
Like bright orbs
The border they rode absorbs
Impressions shattered
That World set
In the rising sun
As I whirled
Towards night
Within me consumed the fight
Of ages replayed
Count with me
The moons are seven
They revolve
Within Space
Spheres rotate towards Heaven
Places I rewind
My heart bears
The weight of old Tales
They come through
My lit eyes
Like a whisper their light flies
Towards southern skies
The songs beat
At my aged Temples
They give forth
Waning heat
Dying warmth makes me repeat
Litany of loss
They come through
Epiphany carved
On my chest
I control
In the City of Angels
They hone through me soul
Reading of the poem:
Hills turn blue
vapour condenses
illusion
On white glass
my eye signs off a contract
with the moonlit shades
Harrowing
the sights of morrows
they swell slow
into mind
I reshape their existence
with might of the flow
Conducive
point of the return
Saddened eye
whispered end
stammers which the mind portends
that the soul now mends
Reading of the poem:
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